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Ricky Hawthorne·October 17, 2020

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True, Love

written by: Ricky Hawthorne

@searsjames

“I love you” he breathed earnestly
His profound gaze probing the glaze
Of my lambent ebony eyes
For his own facile reflection

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MAY 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015
Graduate of Warwick University
Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film

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