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01/22/12
Illumination
To stir, with our fingertips whispering aubades Across our slumbering bodies, So as not to disturb the delicate closures Of dreams returning to the origins of their destinies, Is to feel the pure eloquence of innocence Our souls, bathed in dawn's light, radiate When love touches our song, with illumination.
01/22/12
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