even though we say we can't find the place where thoughts are fluid.. our words can flow in synchronicity. like light notes strummed softly, giving the feel of the music to come, a rendezvous with the heart. where we can feel the touch of our thoughts as real.. as alive.. as special, shorn of all the pointers to our self.. except this.. a recognition at once starved and fulfilling.. as the inane melts away and we can feel our smile..
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