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And
my memories
soft tendrils
like the curled fingers
of a baby's grip
around my finger
a tiny bond
of loves embrace
eyes closed...
satiated with life
secure in my ambience
is he...
and I...
and my heart ,
wells...with feeling
as I gently
untangle myself
my connect...
from his world
that rests...so in peace
to proceed back to mine...
where I live
with its incessent
cacophony...
June 6 2002 (my late fathers bday)
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