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I turned to face the evening she was there
her arms a circle cool November: mist
the light, a fallen curtain and her hair
a silken flicker turned to mask her face |
all given, all received in evening’s arms
we fell, we turned the shawl November’s mist
to circled warmth the lightest curtain furled |
til darkness fell on everything, and gave
November back to us returned our names |
a circle cannot end November can |
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