September 24, 2011
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…And because
I frolic
In conversation
With eyes of seemingly star-crossed blue,

I clumsily stumble
Upon nuggets of moments
That mean more
To me
Than they do
To you,

Tuck them
Into sacred places,
Marked off spaces,
Time ceases to have
Meaning again.

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