chasing memories
of flitting smiles
and
intense glances
like
a
glove,
fit
like
a
T
swayed
by utterances
of warmth
exuding
kindred spirits on
a parallel plane of comfort
there, i reside.
ramblings of the conscious and the unconscious, the venue for the creative spirit to unleash it's perfume, liked or not...
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