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The greatest part of her that is left behind when she is gone. Without it survival is moot


Submitted:Jan 8, 2007    Reads: 187    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Invisible, intangible

Free spirit by definition

Nowhere, everywhere

Sprouting past reflections

Sewing future dreams

Slyly reaching out

Searching for that which reacts

Enveloping, accepted deeply

Soul flirting with memory

Acquiesce to a sense

absolute surrender, infinite abandon

Flow, swirl, pivot

An overload... intoxicating

Eyes open and a smile is born

Mirage wisps away as memorabilia is returned

Nodding surrender, wrapped in warmth

Marveled by the simplicity

Scent





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