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October 16 , 2004
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Special Gift from a Gifted Friend
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Posted at 14:00 EST
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Ciara
Her voice to me is a lovely harp
That sings to my very soul,
A faceless muse I cannot touch,
but always long to hold.
The distance makes us strangers
to the truth of reality
and blind us to the dangers
of love affairs like these.
Yest still the fire within me burns
and I seek to quench this hidden desire.
~Posted with permission of the author, and my good friend, Odin Knudsson
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