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True Respect (A Distant Adoration) (Free verse) by abecedarian

I can smell the purfume of a hundred people but here is one that I see completely surrounded by a buzzing mass of fickle need I watch as bits of you escape in brilliant warm spears of light uncomfortably detained radiating grace and desperation amidst a suffocation You glance over to where I sit and flash a knowing smile, finally understanding my compliment - that it is possible to adore someone so much that you avoid their presence altogether.

abecedarian 1-Sep-03/9:39 AM
I've thought a bit recently about being 'fickle':

Is it possible that the flowing costume of fleeting feelings is perhaps hung about a solid and well conceived stand that requires redecoration?




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