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Apr 2013
WE  Lie Still  in bed  closely  listening  to night sounds flowing  outside of us like soldiers on guard for attack.Silence  has no place in this  personal universe of ours, let our fingers touch  and love  create  a masrer piece as   we wait for morning .

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Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
(Philadelphia pa19144)   
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