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Sep 2010
My words love their forms,
My thoughts love their eyes.
I cheat under paper,
And oft draw their wiles.

My hands want for reaching.
My skin wants for love.
But with distanced desire,
My musings are gloved.

So I'll see you in Knaught-touch,
That nymphaeum dream,
I'll kiss you such letters,
Nuzzling alphabet stream.
Keith Ren
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