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A Poem: What You Are 

What you are—
not in spring, amidst the bloom—
nor, holding close a child—
nor by the sea, at dawn—
nor, dancing under the moon—

What you are
now, next to me, softly breathing
This, I love.

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  • A poem by Adam Markowitz.


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