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Always Was A Word
Always was a word
They
often used
And although we never knew
Exactly what they meant
It tickled imaginations,
Mystical in a sense
If you’re familiar
With the ways of mystics,
Intertwined with a sensuality
That hinted of long nights
With little sleeping,
No, we never knew
What they were all about,
If they did or didn’t
If they would or wouldn’t
What they meant by always,
But I’ll always think of them
Every time I hear that word
Always.
Stephen Nesbitt©
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