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The invisible motion of my love for you
is trapped beneath my skin. A partner to my soul, moving deep within. A shuddering of sleeping giants exhaling a silent roar. A heart reverberating with the thundering of a mad drummers' drumming. A rustling of a thousand thrushes wings soaring skyward. A trembling whirl of golden leaves in the wild autumn wind. The ceaseless motion moves me. |
J.K. copyright© 1999
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