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You are softly,
softly,
in my head
attempting to stop
the tumbalance
of my see saw brain,
with gentle sounds
softly, speaking
gently, gently.
My memory cools
and slows again.
Then I relax,
all thought is dead
I think you've left,
and then the see saw
rises and falls
in racing moods
pacing my memory,
catching a thread
of you departing,
and then you are.....
softly, softly....
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