March 4, 2009
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With gentle fingertips
I will paint your face
With white.

Through the streaks
Of white
You gleam
Of the long forgotten.

But slowly,
Your features will become white and
Until I can only see the two
Reflections of your soul,
A mirror of all you've seen.

My heart will beat faster
And I will lean forward
And close your sweet eyelids
So I must no longer face
Your gaze.

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