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Jul 08, 2005 00:20

The mind is so much greater.
It defeats the physical,
limitations of,
Anything presented.
The touch can learn to,
adapt to,
deal with the absence.
But the mind still lingers.
Waiting around for,
another thought of,
a glimpse into,
the thoughts of,
you yet again.
Tonight just release.

My hands remain empty,
neglected of the touch.
Robbed of the pleasured sting.
And how it felt,
and it felt good.
My head remains full,
neglected of acknowledgement.
Silent in the times between
and how it remained,
and it remains great.

The hand released,
but the mind remembers.
When and if,
destiny allows it to be,
holding once more,
will fulfill again.
a purpose given to all.
The mind must relax,
allow another to tempt.
It must permit a change,
a chance,
to be satisfied once again.
completed with the returned,
affection of another.
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