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I look at you close for a moment
Just another face in the crowd making small moves
The view from here is like trying to read fine print
Using the tiniest bit of vision for a universal eye view
Like underwater stimulation and sights that don't fit
Having hidden thoughts like music unheard and a kiss unfelt
You being here for the tasting as my favorite sin
Like dreams of warriors and a kiss before dieing
You spread your wings and pray for immortality
Having precious grains run through your hands
Wishing for a breath, a kiss, a touch of your skin.

Stephanie Vernati