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I know it seems the same sometimes
when we look into each other's eyes
and wonder if it is love or just lust
or just the same kind of lonely
we swore we would never get on our wanting

I always thought it would matter more
knowing if it was love and if so why
but then there were the rains that came
and the soft places in your eyes
when you didn't have words to use

so you just used my shoulder and arms
and let me know that fragile woman
on some monday's afternoons at coffee
when bedroom doors had car handles
and we didn't sleep to touch together

when just talking for moments was enough
like a rain drop loving the sahara
during some equivalent august
and we were both contented deserts hoping
the winds would move us through each other

and the time of our why would be seamed less

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