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Aug 2011
a touch more so than silence
words that recall
paths thru and unto
your door
......
we were the gods and goddesses
who died
on the battlefields
of yesterdays
.........
we are the remaining touches
of purity
the sincerity
of the hours
the cheeks the wind caresses
on its way here
......
do you remember
when you were with me
and thusly
alive?
.........
i remember
when you were
deeper than silence
with words that allowed
all to survive
.....
we who died
as gods
and goddesses
yesterday
are all that survive
Written by
jeffrey robin
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