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Feb 2010
We meet.
Grey blue filling
with beauty
your eyes drip
sweet agony
and ecstasy.

Thirsty,
I drink from
the well spring
of your honesty
like dew on
a desert flower.

Your words awaken
a rawness so naked
that truth cannot
hide her scars
and fear has no
place to run.
Kamini
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