not-so-Vincent

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When every flowered holiday--  The roses and the tree--  
Have traveled past my memory  
Or even my belief 

Still, I'll know your piercing eyes  
From here to Heaven's door  
Till God's shining hands don't touch the sea  
And time shall be no more  

Nascent May, 2014



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