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your face shadows in and out have i ever seen it? that soft voice came to me, familiar soothing tones, no dark notes, fades in the chasms of memory your eyes hold no color or form i gaze across expanses of time longing to know your scent like the hibiscus wafting on summer winds or winding about me like morning glory vines. damp morning
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