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The hidden….
Lost.. Images of what was
Can be seen closer then far
I have nightmares about
The missing… Conversations, intimacy,
The nights where we could say nothing and silence wouldnt be so tense
I sense better days
Quiet nights… Walks through utopias sunlight
Where the hidden becomes the exposed and bullshit
No longer matters
Where we can become one with pink matter
Purple matter
Its here that just being with you
Is enough nothing else matters

Jay G

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