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In this world we come in contact with many people But there are some With the artistry of language There is a kind of humor that only a wordsmith articulates A kind of intimacy that only a metaphor can tell A type of eroticism that the presence of its descriptors Elicit transcendent flames And the absence of its poetry leaves it ordinary And there is something about those people who live instinctively Knowing that their choice of words can Capture an experience Encompass an emotion Bring it to life and let it fascinate And those people are my starlight My still night and moon Those people are my sunlight My energy and ocean They breathe me Feed me Surge through me And identify me And I am drawn to them By something bigger than myself, inevitably, we see into one another Understanding the life within the bonding Is wordless But would not exist otherwise.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
You Are Such people
In this world we come in contact with many people But there are some With the artistry of language There is a kind of humor that only a wordsmith articulates A kind of intimacy that only a metaphor can tell A type of eroticism that the presence of its descriptors Elicit transcendent flames And the absence of its poetry leaves it ordinary And there is something about those people who live instinctively Knowing that their choice of words can Capture an experience Encompass an emotion Bring it to life and let it fascinate And those people are my starlight My still night and moon Those people are my sunlight My energy and ocean They breathe me Feed me Surge through me And identify me And I am drawn to them By something bigger than myself, inevitably, we see into one another Understanding the life within the bonding Is wordless But would not exist otherwise.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
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