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Skywriting in the Clouds
He penned a blank verse in invisible ink That chronicled ermine in snow, Vacuums, voids, and the sound of a wink, And voyageurs with nowhere to go. He said love without life is like life without love, A spy who gets lost in the crowds, The empty nest of a fugitive dove, Or skywriting in the clouds.
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