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droves it was a good mixture</p><p id="8450">at the beginning of each morning hazel eyes and i would saunter down the hall into my bed to give what life we had left in us to each other</p><p id="3362">that was years ago</p><p id="69cc">and now the people don’t come around the lights and music have dimmed there are no bare feet to glide across the kitchen tiles</p><p id="347e">all that remains are the memories</p><p id="be85">which is best i think</p><p id="c72d">better to dwell upon the nights the mornings the life i gave up</p><p id="dff4">with the hazel eyed muse</p><div id="486a" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/sun-bronzed-soul-3dbc9e050785"> <div> <div> <h2>Sun Bronzed Soul</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div>

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What Life We Had Left

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her iris was hazel like mine and she enjoyed dancing for everyone on the kitchen floor in between her drinks

and the people would come after their shifts because my refrigerator was always stocked and the entertainment always lasted until the moon drifted across the sky

the dealers the gamblers the players the moonrakers the shy the beautiful the ugly the germs and the pure came in droves it was a good mixture

at the beginning of each morning hazel eyes and i would saunter down the hall into my bed to give what life we had left in us to each other

that was years ago

and now the people don’t come around the lights and music have dimmed there are no bare feet to glide across the kitchen tiles

all that remains are the memories

which is best i think

better to dwell upon the nights the mornings the life i gave up

with the hazel eyed muse

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