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Jun 2013
I offer you my hand;
you take it.
& I lead you down to the blue ocean floor,
where all the eyes of the storm are on us.
They whisper winds,
newly born sounds dressed as colors,
but that does not bother us.
We are lost in each others presence;
Lost to the world within & without us.
Lost...
& yet found.
J
Written by
J  uganda
(uganda)   
786
   --- and Wolves and Lilies
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