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Mar 2021
soft touch --
cool air --
a breeze is flowing
through us
as we
sit and talk about nothing.
do you feel it?
that familiar twist?
the same thought
i had
when we met.
i saw violet shades
and holy hands.
you told me
too many people
want to be happy.
well,
i just want
to be.
Written by
Victor Bilgin  M/Los Angeles, CA
(M/Los Angeles, CA)   
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