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Of Many Conversations

An Unwavering Solitude
Set Aside That Night
A Calm Reserved Silent Tongue
Discovered it’s Rhythm For Words
A Calloused Distant Hibernating Heart
Softened, Allowing The Warmth
A Constant Unease Of Self
Found Immediate Comfort Just To Be
Conversation Resonates Into Morning
No Notion Of Time Exists
Only The Existence Of Her

--David N., Adult Guest