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Sunday, March 13, 2016

The Air

The texture in absence
a breeze to catch hold of
         kiss and let go

                     if only I could

Stand lust against love
split light into shades of color

         so clear
         that it’s transparent

Yes it feeds me
         and as much as I can’t hold it

       it is more than I could grasp

or even


         touch in any way.

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