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| ~A true lover always feels in debt to the one he loves.~ Ralph W. Sockman |
there is a sea between his shoulder blades
above, his thoughts an echoing endless sky
like star gazing, up and eons away
twinkling, bursting and fading in the distance
bits of beauty unable to be bound
his body; the solid earth
ground to cling to when the sky opens
and the earth shakes
bound to the land
thrown to the sea
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