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Souls
Stretch
Souls stretch,
Energies touch,
Much goes unnoticed,
Some washed away
In the realms of
Wet dreams and
Unexplained deep
Night groping,
When you come
I know it’s you,
Even when it’s
Just to stand there,
Strange how I’ve
Grown so fond of you
When we’ve never met
In daylight hours.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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