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Another Lost Moment

Another lost moment

A favourite womb
warm, intense, is all I ask
a silent release to freedom
Into warm sanctuary
my precious soul
is wounded; screams out
Marching on, a ceaseless watch on all
My smooth travels.
Sorrow hangs over me and I alone
mourn the passing of
another soul, briefly touched,
one more lost and fleeting moment,
gone forever
except in your eyes
another stolen moment
of blissful understanding.

© PG Allen
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