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Monday, January 4, 2010

You the taste inside me
you the bliss of knowing tomorrow
you the kindness of words
you the gesture of grace
deep beyond what we dreamed
fathom hours
fathom our bodies
fathom spirit in the richest sense
love is the taste
even though you test me
even though you try to brush me aside
even though you taunt me to
say goodbye
Posted by Emily Hassell at 6:54 PM

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