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Apr 2011
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
(written for Catherine Louise...years ago yet always moments away)
Written by
Dean Jones
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