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Oct 2012 · 697
untitled
who am I
and
who are you
oppressive imprisonment
of words
in the pure space
of our meeting
all descriptions
fall away
Oct 2012 · 3.6k
Longing
my days are alight
and nights burn
in a quiet fire
love's incandescent longing
parches me dry
and yet
in that constant flame
I find you

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