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Feb 2010
In the depths of a pool
of blue, oh so blue
water I seek her.

I seek her with eyes that
have never even seen
a single rising of
the sun.

I seek her with ears that
have never even
heard the beating
of a heart.

I seek her with fingers
that long to feel the
passion of life.

I seek her with a tongue
that has never sipped
the sweet vintage
of youth.

I seek her to know her.
I seek her to love her.

I seek her.
James Nealon
Written by
James Nealon  Western New York
(Western New York)   
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   emma joy
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