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Waking with her
Is like being born happy,
Slowly comming out of sleep.
Like a blond child
Comming out of darkness,
like a flower.
Blossoming in my own time.
And gently ripening.
With consciousness.
Waking with her.
Is more like birth.
Than anything,
I can remember.
If your with
someone you love
Tell them,
Love doesn't die,
People do.
I'll see you at home
In the Earth.
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