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Mar 2013
this moment
her eyes lay on me like two whispers of longing
and her touch, light and tentative
speaks to me of her fear
i would tumble the walls of the city
i would shake the foundations of the world
to ease her mind
but i cannot even speak to her
its a dream/memory
and she has been gone all these long years
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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