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I seek . you drink it in . I wonder . and I swift . what is this new . what we can’t afford . we could . but we rather think we can’t

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Distance . gives me the lost strength . to open faucets . in the comfort . confused . hypnotized. loosing . scattered . words . but those hands . carried melodies . at a painful . startling distance

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I never wondered . really . what was running in your mind . that I . gazing at . the blood richly flowing . on the hills of your hands . a life alone . they sung enchanting . songs . that were buckets . wonder . filled . my eyes . kidnapped

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eyes . follow your countenance . heart . warms at the blushing . and shades . hands up  . misunderstanding . embarrassment . I should have grabbed . the occasion . and not let you .  hanging there . where . we are not sure

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we feel . and . we tell . but don’t say . too soon . too late . not sure .  where . to go . where . to stand . but will work hard . for something . different . than today . unheard of yesterday . that will surprise . us . and will not . feed . anymore . bitter tears . may only joy . water . this beginning

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