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Mar 2015
You lay still
in my dreams
in my bed
exposed
as reality streams
you open yourself up
and spread yourself open
to me
but
also
in me
what is this
I see
the mystery
of your essence
a sublime presence
because
of you
I feel
levels of hunger
that threaten to
tare me asunder
but
at least I
least I
feel
Arun C
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Arun C
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