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Soul Matesby Sunita Fernandesher hair swirls in tune to music that he cannot hear. she is inside him, within him she is his shadow of thought. bright piercing light of laughter to make the early morning sunlight of sunrise evaporate into nothing and everything. she speaks and he listens to smile, laugh, cry and laugh again. speaks when he has nothing to say and she listens while she stands upon his eyelash dancing a slow ballet. |
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