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A contest of thought
brought to mind
how many times
she entered my memory,

Upon waking
or, entertaining
the last waking moments
she tended to reside
sitting in my armchair
staring at the fire, as if
she could read my mind,

It pleasured her, you know
possessing the thought of someone
thinking about her and her ways
during the travels, and waysides
that comprised each day’s journey
a gentle meandering
through life,

And what of her thoughts?
was I equally as privileged
spending time in her bed
never wanting to cast off the covers
and begin another day
without them,

Her thoughts became mine
and mine, hers
the difference, the boundary
between the two, ceasing to exist
being of one mind, of one thought

-with this description thus written
by the both of us now…



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