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Jun 2017
Maybe it’s the spirit/psyche’ of you       that has me all twisted up

Maybe the sound of you                          speaking to my soul

Maybe the sight of you                            a recognition of past delight

Perhaps the smell of you                 awakening in my brain a familiar rush

Suppose touch and taste                          aren’t what they seem

no matter now or later                             it’s all a lucid dream
Written by
JoAnn  F
(F)   
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