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May 2017
There is a flow to you
silk ribbon soft
only noticeable when you are unaware of admiring eyes,
but a flow of sorts
hard to pin propperly here.
A flow of body and heart
in movement
in breath  
mostly gentle,
but it can snap like a whip
if things are unjust.
Mostly it is fluid
unpretentious and free.
I could never tell you this.
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