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Wonderful
It seemed as though
The conversation
Had had merely a
Mild interruption,
The days, weeks,
Months and years
Were nothing,
Our cups were
Still steaming and
Your words were
As hot and
Embracing
As way back then,
When it was as if
We lived in each
Other’s skins,
Nothing was old
Nothing was new
Always now and
Intoxicating,
Always wonderful.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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