Brisk walks through the morning trees merely for exercise Dinner parties with half-filled wine glasses more like business meetings Quiet picnics on isolated beaches devolve into paper plates non-fat spreads Soon hiding behind the altered faces behind the altered masks colon and end parenthesis meaning less and less each time The lost art of a slow sunset a smile, with infinite suggestions Breathing words together through the eyes in long flowing exhalations... almost a dream almost a sigh The human voice awake us as you open your eyesBirth sign: Cancer
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