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I Don`t Know
I don’t know
What the reason was
The ins and outs
Of why we met,
Perhaps because
Of Kundalini`s doubts
About the paths
We each were walking,
All I know
Is you`ve stitched
My soul
To the thought of you,
Hitched my heart
To an aching beat,
Like the one
You cry
You can`t delete.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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