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Apr 2013
the touch,
taken for granted
time passes

unknowingly forgotten...

...unknowingly deprived.

then, out of nowhere,
it happens
and it all comes rushing back.

my pupils dilate
released from an eternity
of what I thought was
finality.

god--

...you feel so good.
Gwen Whitmoore
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Gwen Whitmoore
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