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Palms cradling lips pressed tight
seeking the locus
to end.....
the frequency... then enter her,
and find his own.... and
Sometimes, then he'd narrate the visions
of the world he saw
with words spinning - out to join..
the oceans of words that came before them and
she would say little, but I know she understood....
and then could find relation
She held him.... then,
and listened......
I fight back and I stay, and I bare....
and if I could see
just once....
this love
stare back at me....
