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down by the well house,
hand on the pump...
words get in the way,
when two hearts talk!
naked emotion,
and something more distant
than the remnants of fire.
stray leaves blown
by desire and whim;
the cut too deep,
the limb silently falls.
footprints scream,
with only the trees,
to witness, to testify....
too naked to lie!
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