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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-03-22 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | I know the edge it is not a cliff or line in the sand it is a place in the heart that is not available not for hire or rent it cannot be borrowed and never begged for I know the edge have learned to respect its boundary and yet it cannot be seen or known it is an absence the part of the lip that does not enter into a kiss the part of a finger that escapes the held hand It is not an element of anger or missing desire It is the truth and yet not its measure nor is it conscious (and thus it cannot be manufactured) The edge is that part of your lover you cannot have but it must be loved along with all that is openly available and readily apparent because it belongs to them alone and even they do not know they have it
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