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Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
Allen Ginsberg
steve a. manolis poet
Aires
In words
that have no sounds
soft as air
whispers like feathers
stroking your beauty
saying nothing and everything
touches my lips, your skin
the scent of you
create more words,
i need not hear
but knowing
the passion that connects
completed sentences
paragraphs and stories
that never end
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