what is this
this intangible void in which we invade this same space
energies exchanging pleasantry
impassioned, please
the pull of our plight fall elsewhere
behind numbered masks
bound to the task of liquid lines
faintly flickering free from threat
as threadbare risk complacent
i sense the scents composing inference
how can i say what cannot be seen
your palm caress
a warmth mistaken
the truth that lingers loudly
encompassing like lumberingplumes
halting at our phantom presence
outlining arresting proximity
Max, or Not 
great post
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thank you i truly appreciate your kind words :)
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welcome
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