form.

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form.

when we
     start to
          talk in rhyme,
i feel
     the sense
          of lost time
like when
     i walk
     with closed eyes
past the
     city
     and its lights.

where were you?
not been found?
yet) (not true,
but like sound.
there were clues
all around.
searched for you;
heaven bound
to find you.

we found truth
holding out
our hands too
in the crowd.

where is the thought that lingers behind this?
we all wear certain hats just for a kiss.

10.19.08.

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