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I Have My Fingers In my

That silky touch......

I've missed, so much.

Could it ever be compared?

Would the gossamer, threads.

That were woven, on a spiders web.

Play their music, in the breeze.

Should a mind so scarred,

It's full, of smoke ...that feeds a heart,

That love, has killed!

As it flows..... unrestricted.

For any further words,

Now fall ......on,

Deafened 

Ears.

Giajl © Jim Love