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Jan 2015
Maybe
Just maybe, it was all one sad moment
My mind rushed through the series of consequences
Could feel myself dry out
With your voice
Crackling
And shaking
I never felt such mortality
Promised it was for the best
For the return would be much sweeter
Promised I could still
Feel pain
As I write this in a cold coffeehouse
Flooded
No
Bare
Now you know
I never came back
Rhet Toombs
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