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when we first spoke deeply, beyond the surface, no admiring of content or form letting subject or object or precept or concept fade from view and all that was left was the breath and the question, "What do you long for?" We never lived that one. It's a regret I still hold... I thought I was writing this poem for someone else until just then ~ When I discovered it was
Do you remember
for you
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Wow, this piece took my breath away... It is one of those times where you don´t know what´s best, to laugh or to cry when you find out how naive you´ve been thinking that maybe you were over something or that it might be already erasen of your mind... but it´s still there.
Posted by: Lu Ann | January 04, 2011 at 07:05 PM
beautiful words.. mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/hunger/
Posted by: fiveloaf | January 04, 2011 at 11:24 PM
I love this!
Posted by: Kim Nelson | January 06, 2011 at 06:43 AM