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Love begs to cross the line
it is late grandma again
the world she is in
that wraps me in
a strange coldness,
a dense vibration that stirs
the senses of my other faculty
we know each other's presence
silence speaks volumes
of truth at times like this
me; a physique with all its limitations
she; a soul with all its limitations
between us, a love that begs to cross the line
....other faculty means....extra sensory perception
poem
by
John Tiong Chunghoo
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