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Anderson CMLVIII

The touch of yr cheek is ruddy, but soft

Like an angel from a renaissance painting

Brightly easy-going strokes of a paint brush

Makes me want to fall deeply in yr trance

You’re an obsession I refuse to let go

Every day, the words magically appear on the page

From just thinking about you

But there’s a never-ending fountain of words that I drink from

Reaping the benefits of its waters

I bathe yr glow, worshipping it in its aura

I feel I will dance one day in yr presence

Til then let my words caress yr soul

As they flutter into the cosmos

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