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| Dwight Stevers |
| Phantom |
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| - for John |
| You ride deep into the night –
as air compressed, no small blessing, a whisper long foretold and not forgotten in my soul – as silent and solid as your countenance. Sharp, dancing. You ride secretly to me –
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