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John Pilgrim Feb 2015
you, a paved road
mine, a dusty path
 overgrown
they meet
we meet
they part
we part
i follow
 lost
**without bearing
John Pilgrim Feb 2015
beautiful rain
handsome grey sky
sharp defined hurricane
flawless blizzard
*a perfect storm
John Pilgrim Feb 2015
Warm as the very light touch of frost
cold as the new born sun of tomorrow
intertwined in our opposites we lay
your heart, hotter still
your skin, still alive
I rest, alone
wondering when you will not come

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