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Words come to mind
In splurge not vain
A certain find
As touch now gains
Words tell a lot
In spree that flows
As pattern clots
A fragrant show
Words in swift poke
Forge buoyant cast
Amass deep strokes
Now first and last
Words sire stern wit
To flavour tease
As if to fit
A busy lease
Words jerk and lift
That bumpy ride
Just like a gift
That drafts new pride
Words tell a lot
In sway most brief
To cast a slot
Beyond cheer's grief
Words wear a face
Yet slide and touch
As if by grace
Soul stuff strokes such.
Dear
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2019
Singapore
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