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Mar 2014
Our souls are clouds
of blushing red smoke
dancing together
beneath the pale moonlight;
but our bodies are so far apart,
it is as if a sea lies between us.
Dearest, I am greatly envious
of my blissful Soul.
*It is laughing,
telling secrets,
smiling,
talking,
kissing,
dancing
and resting
with you
(and I am here alone)
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