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idea of you

holds me close, I miss you, but beyond missing, and beyond love
nothing I'll ever be able to describe even if I were given every word
to choose from
and every way to say it
and a new language to speak
one only you could understand
wherever you are

love you beyond love
it winds out of me and stares me in the eye
it's colors unknown
unseen
not for sale
not for me

I hate you for that.

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