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She Could
She could turn him on
Like a T.V. set,
Select the channel
And somehow yet,
He seemed to know
The inner workings
Of the psychic soul,
He knew she needed
Quiet time,
A space alone
With her mind,
A place to grow
Her inner workings
Of her psychic soul,
In the end
There is no end,
It goes on and on
This mystic blend,
It’s special when
You meet someone
You’ve loved before,
In another place and time.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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