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A Dozen Hours
This rushing Sunday dusk Reminds us that in another lovers'-dozen hours, We'll have drifted into a distance Separating our physical spirits From the nearness of our serene breathing, Leaving only our memories Cradling hands, kissing, stroking, Knowing they'll always recreate time, As long as we keep stoking their imaginations.
04/23/12 - (1)
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