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| Some of my "older work" which has little or nothing to do with this post. |
My fingers uncurl,
(as your words
curl
around my heart)
to draw you
closer.
Bringing into focus,
(what no eyeglasses
could ever achieve)
how dear
you have become
to me.
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Great poem!
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