Up in Smoke, July 2013

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the best of all
times comes when
I such enjoy
stillness I do not

.
need words to describe
fullness, feelings
lined up nameless
do not need

.
recognition sounds
afar as on my shoulders
sounds near so close
blood runs and cries

.
such as the earth
sights for water
received deep down
welcomes it so are

.
those wonderful nights
spent waiting
having it all

.

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