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Aug 2020
That face
how it shines
seeking to be closer
to those fingers that caress
softly spoken words
that call the divine.

So precious
all knowing pet
lovely creature that hums
such purpose becomes that closeness
in your eyes
you think me God.
Andrew Layman
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Andrew Layman
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   Jamadhi Verse
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