Monday, October 24, 2011

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I am waiting somewhere behind my Self
Ready to step out
And clasp your hand
For the miraculous time being
I have forgotten who I am.
October hurdles past
No longer time to laugh
Only love

I'll remember you someday
You, in specific ways

But as of this instant I only see you and love
And know this love;
We are wonderful, and young.

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