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matt r 18h
today, we only spoke of love.
safe love, you told me. good

love. not my love, not flash
hot nor currenting. i told you

we cannot only know each
other, we are the allornothing

everflowing stream of what it
is to be interlaced, we are

kismet. you drank in meaning,
i held my breath.   hoped for

the words 'it was always You'.
windowside, a magpie cawed.

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