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She sat there alone behind her screen,
Familiar, soft, her soul uncloaked,
Like a velvet mist,
Condensed into human form,
Moving toward me .. and then away.
I ran my hand through the screen before me,
I felt as though I were an electron traveling
Through the links of time and space.
Then felt her face against my hand,
and her lips caress my fingertips.
And I yearned for love
No more
(c) Paul Viel 1999
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