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So Glad I Met You

Within the dust
are rainbows
and within them
are refracting particles of infinite light
and within them
are souls
random and searching
reaching out for signs
in the universe

so glad I met you.

9/2/2020 1:02AM PST time and date stamped
legal copyright for this poem and also for this
writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally
copyrighted and REGISTERED site title --
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

written for a friend, I've known three years, thank you

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