where2is1mymind
Oct 01, 2006 13:54
You know all of me
My every action from miles away
Every inch of my being.
Stranger Wisdom has never derived
From more contradictory sources.
Every Clandestine of mine
Has never been, you knew too.
All of you dearest stranger
Is known by me
By some unknown source.
The emanation in your eyes
The few moments you are mine.
Is all that keeps me here
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