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Late afternoon symbolism to guide you through the haunting minutes that rush by with astonishing speed

Here we are again

Twilights waiting,

Of ancient holds and heavy curses

Making a journey of every moment...

 

I think of the singular adventure that has been love

I think of the countless deaths that are still to follow.

Each touch, the precise means of my undoing.

Each taste a parable for the heart

For each kiss is the truth of illusion

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dean-jones
South African
Published
Apr 27, 2011
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(written for Catherine Louise...years ago yet always moments away)

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