Perceived: not having such,
but still we held a little longer; need
For something that was never less
than which could only be..
Nothing for resemblance but
the pieces which we freed,
Nothing for the sense of touch
but what our hearts did bleed..
When all my stray thoughts clutter ways:
Stillness was made when you stayed;
Stillness when we braved.
The star lights our way..
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005
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