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Purple Haze
To her I said
Rest your tired head
on my left shoulder
Let’s rediscover
lost intimacy
our random history
I stroked her locks
Time stops
momentarily
Minutes wander aimlessly
across blue skies
Hastiness subsides
and her little hands slid
where patience hid
In Eden’s garden
a fountain
flowed effortlessly
Intimacy
awoke
and spoke
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