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Jul 2013
Waiting.

Our fleeting moments in this bubble shimmer.

I see.

These subliminal and true moments we share.

YourΒ voice.

I hear hints of your presence and scribble them dear.

Move light.

These words of our essence exists with me in here.

Flow bright.

Contained in a droplet that moves me near.
H J St
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