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The Shells of Our Solitude

                              art by Shelley Yampolsky

Inside the shells
of our solitude
edges and contours
disappear.
What use is skin
without an other
leaning in.


When we are free
to love again
the deep
dark pool of me
will flow into
the deep dark pool of you
like water going home
into the sea.

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