She was like waking up from a comma ,and She was there,just there
like rose on vase,I looked at Her,she was serging through me,consuming
me with feelings that the encyclopedia of grama has yet to find.We fused,
She was a Guita to me,I the fingur and her the string.I could start a song
at any point,she would fit in nicely. A woman i Knew.
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