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to go to you
i must enter a room

i open a door
of dreams

when i am there
finally
i try to touch your
face
your body

i long again
to make love with
you

you are a mirage
on such pretenses

a shadow from the
moon

a mist on a very
cold morning

you have not
withstood the crucible
test
of light.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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