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Nov 2012
I see him and my heart sprinkles

Soft constellations upon me

Oh how I wish I knew

The secret language of his

Dark attraction

I would speak it

Shout it, sing it

Just like a love song

In that moment

That same moment

That moment of becoming
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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Edgar Whitman Wilde
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