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She was wearing a shabby red dress

Her disheveled state emited a sense of
Raw sexuality

But one in which you might not want to be involved

Her **** were loose and alive

And every now and then her eyes would just
Light up for no apparent reason

••

Then I noticed a book of poems she was carrying

And I was most perplexed

//

I was going to say something but I could tell she wanted to
Be left alone

•

::

But later

She came up to me and started talking

//

She didn't at all mention it

But I did ask if she had a place to stay

And she sort of said no

And I sort of invited her to stay at my place

And she kinda said okay

/:/



So ,,, (?)


)(

Well

She stayed about 3 months

We got real close

And I thought quite highly of her

VERY idealistic

Trying to do the impossible

( but if there were more like her .... (?) )

•

Her fierce pride in her humanity !

Her universal love !

Her gentle Humble grace !

///

Then she was gone

//

I mean we still see each other around

But there is no claim of something

Ever there

,


I kinda like it

This  communion with no attachment

//

And seeing her from a great distance

Insures that i see all of her

And visa versa

//

I try not to look at her in the. OLD WAY

( that she is some sort of CAPITALISTIC

COMMODITY

TO BE POSSESSED )

;;::

So there are no common words

To describe us

)(

Something will happened and it will be good

Is all I know

,,,

It is funny

I never knew love

Was do full of love

In and of itself


and all
I can say is

That it is a very good thing to know




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