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Jennifer Hamonic

Paragon

It's an old question...
speaking of love.
I could close my eyes,
but I'd still know where you are.


Pride
whispers dry words in your ear.
Virtue
holds your empty hand in the night.
You reject all
as you languish and linger
as your remote dream
beckons.

Yes, it's a very old question...
speaking of love.
I could OPEN my eyes,
but you'd still BE where you ARE.