in the passing of the sun behind your painted glass eyes i wish i could sleep in trust of your seasoned strong arms but there around the bend of the sweet words in your throat awaits the anger of us both as you ebb and i flow out far past the horizon of the outermost still in the days ahead of us we vibrate alone longing for a reading of our minds we touch each others’ beating of our hearts in monumental silence
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words less spoken 
The silence is not golden
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here, here friend xo
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” As you ebb and I flow out far past.” Glad you make and share.
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thanks Casey xo
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You keep slipping off my my follow list and disappearing. I am glad to have found you again this morning as I enjoy reading your poetry.
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thank you so much friend I’m glad ♡
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