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A Desired Meeting
From the book of poetry 'Animal Souls' by Michael Fisher
Come on
Come unto me now
This is a trodden path
And I fear, a sorrowful path
I see, still you do not share it
I want to ask help of you
My friend, I know not what to do
I am not scared of you
I once was
I once disbelieved in you
I know now, that I need you
I may take a tumble
Somehow it seems inevitable
Unless of course, a miracle
I wish you to appear
I hunger for the time you will appear to me
I know that time draws near
My earth moves beneath my own dream

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