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Jul 2015
Let my fingers touch your skin and let me in
let down your guard, there's no facade
pull in close, I'll be your host
trust, for healing will commence
don't build a cast iron fence.
Let love warm your vein
and circulate your brain
relax letting it flow
there's nowhere else to go
meditation is surreal
it will make you feel
good thoughts will penetrate
and soon you will relate
nothing else will matter
reality is suppressed
mind and body floating now
you will be at rest.
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