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His eyes spoke profoundly what his lips couldn't utter.
©Sonia Ettyang
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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
I love being
In the pilot seat
In control
On my feet
If we converge
I am
Who you’ll meet
So I celebrate simply being
A state quite freeing
Traveler 🧳
Replenishing! Replenishing! That's what my poor soul screams to these perennial streams... It's almost hypnotic like the gleam in your eyes, sweet as I would describe...
It takes one to know...
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