November 23, 2009

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You spin, spin forever
perfect in your form

Flowing through space
no thoughts forlorn

Tides disappearing
at your passing by

Just as my thoughts
vanish into a high

And through the time
spent thinking of you

Recurring ideas
are far from few

Most dwelt on finding
that perfect moment

Kissing you, happy
perfected atonement

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