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Nov 2015
If
our hands touched daily
would I think of you lots?
When you went to
the shop
would I think of you lots?
Would I make up
a voyage of synchronicity
where the only thing between us
is invisible sustaining air;
if you were close
would flights of fancy cease;
no more puzzle,
the final piece.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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