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Every Time
Starting to fall with the light
of a common afternoon or a conversation
every time it comes back to me with the gesture of a day like today
with the laughter of a common afternoon
every time it comes back to me with the shape of a gray afternoon
every time it comes back to me a blush with a soft kiss or a voice
every time the afternoon died I remember light that turned gray with the sun
and dawned again against all things
