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ANDREA

Although the images we created during special times are etched forever in special caverns of our minds as, I look upon your face, I see the mirror of your past as, I look into your eyes, I see our history unfold in irises. As, I run my hand through your hair, I watch the sun reflect as, I look upon your face, I see a vision of our future sometimes as I am standing there your face will flash before my eyes. A face that I want to touch until it's diminished into the size of a small key hole like the one that's on the lock to your heart the smell of your body will float beneath my nose. Until I am lost in memory of our lips connecting your thoughts are my beacon guiding me safely through this journey, to the wanting caverns of your mind you close your eyes and I fly home to guide your thoughts to the safety of my mind. I hear your angelic voice, calm as I soar above the whistling wind of a silent understanding.

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