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Dec 2011
The space between the notes from the piano and the thoughts in my head,
Dancing for clarity, harmonious cooperation engage, thee I bade.
For my posture poses inquiries as my pulse proposes answers
And the prospect pulls eagerly at the corners of my consciousness..
Thrice kismet collide--Will, you, and I.

A softer understanding to provide strength with ease,
passion to separately seize, while love flows ever so free.
Written by
Kyle Gene Burke
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