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or perfect the word 'love'. I
have run my fingers through Her
hair and only called it soft.

there is no bottled lightning
gesture, or thunderous applause.
She deserves a wave, a wonder;
   it all and even more.
this is probably the last poem about You i'm going to post.
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
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     Gerry Sykes and Kalliope
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