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I've come back now        from the periphery -        where the multitude of        things with names Occupies all thinking,                  all emotive reaction. This must be what is termed        primal wisdom        - this constant compulsion toward          the substantive. Your arms and your mouth The warm breath on my skin The caressing movements of your body Through one transient night... Restores all        to simplistic clarity - Leaves me grounded        in the real. - fr
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
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I've come back now        from the periphery -        where the multitude of        things with names Occupies all thinking,                  all emotive reaction. This must be what is termed        primal wisdom        - this constant compulsion toward          the substantive. Your arms and your mouth The warm breath on my skin The caressing movements of your body Through one transient night... Restores all        to simplistic clarity - Leaves me grounded        in the real. - fr
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
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