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Our Soul Necessity
Sometimes, when we kiss and caress, so cleavingly, As though we might never let go, I begin to believe, in my soul's swelling heart, That you and I might not even need to breathe. Love alone will sustain us — our air, food, water, refuge.
06/04/12 - (2)
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