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Oct 2015
He captures my heart in quick, quiescent moments;
in seemingly soulless surroundings
my eyes are open -Β Β as spoken is a promise of hope.
He steals seconds of concentration
for openly encountered
restoration.
He's jealous, he seeks my attention,
and, when I'm
thorough but thoughtless
he invades, like a lover
desperate for connection.

(C) 1/10/15
Courtney L
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