in wilmington i met him
on a green hillside in june
mundane, surreal all at once
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in wilmington i loved him
under summer’s blazing sun
my soul sutured onto his
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in wilmington i left him
to return another day
older, wiser, yet dreaming
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in wilmington i’ll find him
unravaged by the years
ever-constant, starkly white on hills of green
