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Oct.6.92  
Nose to nose you sit engrossed
she about her business being her you lost in observation conversation slowly fades whispers on occasion she concentrates so utterly in this moment you cannot exist without her I can feel her tongue on your nose   I forgot where I was what I was saying beyond the sight and sound of you two there is nothing   |
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