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Apr 2014
A strange way of touching
Without contact
Opening a new way of being
With no turning back

There was authenticity
Warmth flowed
Though the day was rainy
Still the faces glowed

This moment did bleed importance
Meaning was there
Within a trance
Built on screams of care

Thoughts were known
Before spoken
Forever shown
In memories unbroken
William A Poppen
Written by
William A Poppen  88/M/Tennessee
(88/M/Tennessee)   
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