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We all lie to a beggar
When asked if we have some to spare
If we did not have to spare
Then we too would be beggars
 Jun 2016 Isabella Watson
J
Lovers
 Jun 2016 Isabella Watson
J
The breath before a collision
Moving towards each other,
On a course of inevitability

Our creation was built
On the consequential mathematical
Equation of our impact

But from some miracle,
Here we are,
Skin against skin,
Draped along silk and sunlight;
The loudest moment
Of silence
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