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Oct 2019
Standing,
with nothing:
There's still so much
more to give.

Alone...
Feelings ease, as toes
are dipped, in sweet clover.

Brazen, underneath starlit skies;
Observe.
We too, have died before.

Bodies alight with
heavenly fires;
Intense passions igniting
honest reactions.

Join (and part) each atom of self,
to allow flow:

As saline spills, across arid plains, filling emptiness... with oceans.

One
single flower
may bloom, in decoration of
soulful beauty. 
     
Whisper our riddling...
over long gone shadows'.
Missing pieces
together.


Those need(s) of yours,
or mine.

We, are here... now


sigh        sigb
s i g h s i g h s i g h
S I G H  S I G H
sighsigh
sigh
Or should the title be
We *were* this
. ..once
Tilly
Written by
Tilly
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