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By it dosent matter Date: 2007 Feb 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.12.02.17.7981]] |
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Yet will one talk To open air Electronic white wash Hazing soft this atmosphere Yes I will talk In written form These words reaching out to you My past to your … now Your eyes touching pon each of these words I write I strive to feel How this might affect you For I miss you as well Our quiet conversations Cross gulfs far too vast Cultures far to different Yet would I have you Here with me now How you would smell Fresh from your bath How you would taste… In my thoughts are the sounds Your spoken words A simple grace for my living The music for me they make And yes I miss you As you read this I do miss you Here in my now |