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By tigerlilly

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alone by choice walking through dry dusty plains of longing closed tight this sad heart's gate it's hinges rusted shut from years of not belonging great pains taken not to care to share the aching loneliness lock it all away in despair take not the risk then night wheeled into day when an accidental glance exchanged with one who had the sameness in his look dry dusty plains of longing we both turned away afraid to say hello fearing stormy winds might begin to blow leaving shaken all the great pains that we'd taken not to care to share risk is there too late our glances wandered and betrayed our rust-hinged gates came swinging wide in openess as two hearts still tried to tug and pull to close too close the wind then took them from our hands swept the barrens clean again that moment came when terra firma blended with celestial airs while subtle singing voices sounded siren song pulling each along swiftly without thought we ran together faster than we ought to bridge this momentary span thrown across the sea of loneliness and there two hearts met at risk throwing caution far to blind sides closing eyes to sights that tried to overcome shutting ears to all except the sound that made us come undone risking once again pain and fear doubt and tears to come we met as oneall comments and critiques welcomed Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 08:28 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8

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