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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
touch
the soundless language
a hand settles lightly upon on a shoulder
warm weighted
a friend stands
quiet presence
no one can hurt us
no barbed words, no wants
this moment resounds beyond this moment
as babies we are held
warmly to the chest
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