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a short silent plea / for he that i am lacking:

fair-eyes, in your supposed quiet:
          wait for me.
          because, to play honestly:
          in thinking of your openhanded
          endowed seconds
          in my sight, in my mind;
          they seem to me
          build seperate eternities
          in my conciousness,
you; mute, unmoving.

spanish language speaker, black coffee drinker.

8 May 06

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