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RESURGENCE Forbidden to reach for your hand, never to touch your face, I hold you in my thoughts, selfishly, privately from sight. A moment's peace I seek to gain with dreams of your embrace; my resurgence is wrought as your image dispels my night. I sweep over deserts, pierce through mountains in spite of time and space; my beginning is sought as a swift current draws to light. I kneel shamelessly before a fountain I can but only trace; the difference is naught from what is real or yours by right.

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