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RemoteUser -> RE: See me-- (2/22/2014 4:43:27 PM)
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Draw with feathered touch your gaze
to the deepest pitch of my whispered word
and be lost in meaning profound.
Let limb tremble with aching breath
when taken, formed, freed.
The heat of need drowns fear.
Gravity growls at inexorable collision,
as opposing mirrors reflect one another,
and serenity cloaks the survivors
in the drifting aftermath.
It's not 60's psychedelic, but perhaps a little more expressive? Meh. I just work here. (And by work, I mean poke at things and scribble tripe.)
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