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Home Possible, possibility, possibly, you say we may find a niche, a covey to parley amongst our civil lone selves, just you and I whispering our dreams, wording our visualiztions into blossoms that bloom in a moment least expected. Staring into each others eyes, willing to convey the depths of our being bursting with recognition or admiration or a nod of "I've been there", Or "would like to be", or "I understand what you mean". A coziness, a familiarity, a home for fleeting thoughts emerges, ever as precious as any other. |
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