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Blind souls
New and unknown
Raw with delicate desire
Yet, virginistic in the knowledge or lack thereof
Making for beginnings anew
Sharing both space and time
Creating intimacies that live in the form of memories...
They can't see
Therefore blind souls 'feel' as a means of communication
With barriers rising and falling
The moment is suspended and held still
Speaking without tongues
In a lingo that creates sounds...
Close and endless all remains.
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