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Dec 2016
Nocturnal eyes, pierce the night
their form hidden from sight
rustle sounds, no shadow to follow
back and forth, in perfect rythm

The pendulum of thoughts restart
the mind relaxes the heart

Two fingertips, inches apart
merge, become hand in hand
where a new live began
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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   Doug Potter
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