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I write for you,

in moments of time,

I fill in the mad lib,

& ad lib most theoretical finds—

I purchase a thesaurus,

So I can tell you,

all the ways thoughts pass over me,

in waves, of you.

I seek passages of informity,

to relish in the new—

of sweet, of current, of that which is true.

Of that which is root,

& that which is divine,

I seek the one

that which is thine.

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