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When One Thinks

By Morgana, Sloansville, NY

All has left,
yet the mind still hovers,
holding onto things most missed.

To feel, a sensation.
water caressing worn limbs,
and kissable muzzles that nuzzle a back.
A soft touch sends a spark from one hand to another,
while the familiar weight of jewels rest.

Soothing repetition of clicking pens,
when they’re absent from a scripted page,

(whose design differs).
will be a loss to curious eyes.

Excited emotion brings breathless tears,
and pure delight that spreads upon one’s face.

Think! of all enjoyments.
little things, are missed the most.

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