within the soft pillows of hope
and the barbed pain of experience
there is a small gap
of pride
and all consuming desire
i'll wait for you there
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A deliberately sensual piece, succinct, no doubt a note of hope, a shared desire, a message to self or just one other, an ideal of a sanctuary or war weary niche. Splendid. Mind the gap, and nurture its existence, it will become a better world and replace the other as it radiates gladness.
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