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 Nov 2018 bob
MicMag
Beauty Remains
 Nov 2018 bob
MicMag
I've witnessed a beauty
I can't describe
That speaks to my soul
As it swims through my eyes
The silent sounds
Sneak into my mind
The taste lingers on
Leaving sweetness behind
The scent creeps up
To slowly remind
Of the touch that once felt
Makes all else fade
Til only your beauty
Pure beauty remains

There's nothing else
Your beauty remains
Old found poem.
 Nov 2018 bob
MicMag
This me is not the me
Me wishes me would be
I am not the I
I'd hoped I'd be, but why?

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