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january 27th
by Barbara Griffithstanding in january nightfall
the air is choking
keeping the words down deep
burried down deep from you
hands touch, fingers entwine
whispers in your ear
soft sweet I love you
I love you I love you
stumbling over words tripping
falling over and over
half-formed thoughts find solace
only in I love you, too 01/30/2007 Author's Note: T.R.
Posted on 01/31/2007
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