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long lenghts of deep conversation......
short lenghts of concentration....for both.......
met on a scale of lost love, finding ours souls underneath the barrels of the lost and found box, of the east gate.......
is this yours???
i tempted to put on your coat, and wear it to find out if, indeed it did fit....
it covered....
it sheltered...
it nurished...
the sleeves, of you pulled slightly over my wrist, just to show my finger tips. in which i would use to caress your locks, with 7 strokes.....
and your hood, came just past my eyes, so i would not see the dangers of the folly of the manifest.....
this and only this became my.......SILENT MEDITATION...........
