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Date Posted: 09:02:47 11/27/99 Sat
Author: john paul farouf
Subject: Still, moving

I think often of your face,
your voice, your attitudes, your opinnions.
The tiny birthmark on your breast,
the way your face would change when your mind was made up,
your little rough hands,
your beautiful ears.
The way you laughed, the spontanaety of it, the sound.
The way you laughed,
The times you�d cry,
and where and when and how and why.
The times we shared, the feeling of it,
just us two, sufficient, more than enough for anything anyone could try to do to us.
Except one of us.
Defenceless to the inside attack.
The hours we�d spend in sweet, sweet conversation, perfect, soul attuned,
pure enjoyment of the communion, till the early hours,
only sleeping through an exhausted tiredness, replete, full of each other..
With a reservoir, a bank, an ocean of things to share tomorrow.

For stealing all our tomorrows,
I torture myself
with all our yesterdays.

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