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something sweet

i am skiing the northern
wisconsin line between
hope and reason,
unable now
to see clearly past
the white spots in my
vision created by the
impact of the flash as
bright as a first kiss.
i think i love you
although i don't believe
love is an event that
would occur on my lips.
i'm intoxicated by
your sweet words;
your soft voice over
the speaker;
the ear piece holds a
thousand miles and they
are my favorite miles
because they involve
your name; a name i love
and a name i long for
in every conversation.
the sweet symphony;
a three lettered anthem
i call my own

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