The thought of a word. The slow touch of the not yet arrival.
The unseen that forwards you, as you retrieve into concealment.
The welcomed grasp of the unknown.
The unstoppable fate long foreseen.
The retrieval to an uncharted abashment for the wellbeing.
The spoken truth that eliminates the stillness of the staidness
as one is.
The exchange of the thought. About-ness of the spoken word.
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A ONE DAY PROJECT 
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