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#Stephan W *The key turns, and each tumbler falls into its pre-honed slot There is an infinite magic in  her world of words-- her heart finds them through special agreement, as the door opens wide;  no resistance at the hinge, and it is at that very moment  that she   gives everything that she has. Her relationship with eternity--  it calls me to her. I want to be near her--     be her friend.. And with both hands,  brazenly touch the hem of her garment-- slide  it  off  of  her;       share..   in the eternal.* #
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Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
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#Stephan W *The key turns, and each tumbler falls into its pre-honed slot There is an infinite magic in  her world of words-- her heart finds them through special agreement, as the door opens wide;  no resistance at the hinge, and it is at that very moment  that she   gives everything that she has. Her relationship with eternity--  it calls me to her. I want to be near her--     be her friend.. And with both hands,  brazenly touch the hem of her garment-- slide  it  off  of  her;       share..   in the eternal.* #
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Nov 15, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC
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