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1:21 a.m.
Touch my shoulder.
It is bare but I'm not modest.
The closeness has to come from somewhere...
across the country you were dailing my number.
Between the mountains, I was tucked in...
side spliting arguments in the past...maybe it is time to talk about the future...
Reach to me...crawl into my hole...world events have come and gone and we are still here.
A beautiful work. Your words and poetry are amazing and I'm trully astounded by how consistently they evoke emotions within me and make me think. I thank you for your astounding mind.