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Jun 2017
She always comes a vision
slips through the window
the window I do not see
yet I know she is here
a vibrant spirit, love, even
the touch of seeing
the seeing of hearing
the hearing in taste
and all of these in scent
her scent, her smell, her spirit.
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nivek
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