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Intimate Joy (Free verse) by flightoffancy

The sun sinks with a sigh, gazing with longing at the moon. Knowing he can never have his distant mistress, unable to cross the uncrossable void. Once I looked into that void, never finding what I sought. Now your arms reach for me and the nothingness becomes the intimate joy we know as love.

wilco 25-Oct-05/7:17 PM
The uncrossable void line doesn't really work




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