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Lovers And
Friends
I don’t know
About lovers and friends,
The fine line
That divides the
Warm hug
And the sexual embrace,
Wine in the glasses
And the mixing
Of blood,
The time of
The flood of emotions,
That river of mystery
That overflows all senses
And intellectual notions,
One of the wonders
Of the power of the unknown.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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