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Feb 2019
My lover works tirelessly into the wee hours, alert
embodying a quiet strength, unmatched in virtue -
a pureness I thought I'd parted with long ago

I neither possess nor am kept by you;
the doors are thrown wide open &
the night air envelops in a dizzying sweet embrace

He, both familiar and strange to me, is
charged by the waning moon illuminating broad shoulders,
the crevices of which I will always seek out
ŠMW
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Melody
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     Viswa Vajra and will19008
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