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Mar 2010
This private language,
Exhalations and sighs,
Spoken through space.
This verbal dance.
A drifting ,
Dreaming,
Deliciously deliberate,
Exclamation without words.
And one day,
It'll be enough,
Just to say I love you,
Basking in the warmth of your eyes.
©2010 Allison Owens
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