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Poem

19/8/2016

 
Always where you are
In what I do
Turning you hold your arms

My touch lies where you turn
Your look is in my eyes

Turning to clasp your arms
You hold my touch in you

Touching to clasp in you
The one shape of our look
I hold your face to me

Always where you are
My touch to love you looks into your eyes

- Harold Pinter


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