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deep below the bustling summer streets   alone I sit   by candlelight   mid-day


two young lovers sit near   a bout of loneliness strikes  


it’s a large living room just for three


i leave the blanket on the chair and    wrap myself in imaginings of you

( my heart pangs with a memory )


a love   so vast, so perplexing, so       all-encompassing    

that any notion of     loneliness     is swallowed by its ponderation

from me, this dream comes    and back to me it will go


in fullness

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