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Sep 2019
The stars tell me
I will know love
They talk to me at night
Through my bedroom window
They speak of astral strings
          that make all things
And billions of souls
Heave a wistful sigh

          for me

I am sanctioned as such
Left with a lotus I cannot touch
In that space between follies
I breathe
          in
          and
          out

Waiting heart
An oldie that I've always had a fondness for. . . .
Written by
Sona Lachina  F/Cleveland
(F/Cleveland)   
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