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hands, jealous moon, life, love, prayer, promise, spirit, words without words
a whisper
come from somewhere –
a prayer divides the dark
a buried deep
reminder
of something
someone said
held apart
together
hands becoming hands
lifetimes left
for telling –
wordless words
instead
. . .
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There are times when moments need no words, darlin girl.
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