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it is in the soft, sweet whisper of no-name,
all meanings lost
non-sense of gratifying, yet…
non-face appearing, yet…
in the silence of that soft, sweet whisper of no-name
making all two or more nonsensical
yet making sense of the more and One

simply, simply in Love…

yet, a strange murmur in the heart
whispers to that of no-name

I love You… so so much…

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