Streams of consciousness
pour into my mind as if a
radio picking up your vibe
coming deep from inside
as my heart wheel flies
open from a soul-centered
space longing to be one
while still learning to fly
from despair lingering
somewhere as if an anchor
or a stone or maybe the ties
that bind oh, if I could only
see the real you and you
could see me would we
still like what we see?
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