Thursday, April 9, 2015

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The constant                brush 
of an elbow 
or a shoulder 
or a hand.

The steady              pull 
drawing together

The words of a song 
paint a picture before my eyes 
of my hearts most precious desire 

Yes
No
Yes
No
Yes...

A constant prayer on my lips

Encouraged to come clean 
         spill 
            the 
              beans
No. 
What will be           Will be
What will out

Come what may

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