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| My Muse |
I'm not sure
I'm not at all sure we haven't a mute existence between us that is conspiratorial.
The eyes have so much to say!
The slope of your shoulder is brethren to the tremor in my knee.
Together they whisper about the nature of our lives
and bat our wishes between them in the cloistered halls of our monastery.
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