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It Is Writ
JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

It Is Writ

I write this
because you are on my mind immensely.
There is none like you I have loved before.

I write this
for the evergreen times we shared,
when you entered the unknown of me,
and seeing yourself loved, strutted,
like a favourite to applause.

I write this
for the years that pass.
For the time to come
when days quicken,
as the clock runs down.

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