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STRIDE MAGAZINE.
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This is the
poem:
trust
not magic, but something
real
something pure,
and i have been
trying to thank you
for it
in these last dying days
of October
i have been walking down
dead-end streets,
past the ghosts of
suicides,
pasts burned-out gas
stations,
and i have spent enough
of my life being blind
to finally understand
the gift of
vision
i have tasted you in the
grey light
of silent afternoons
have only wanted more
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