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Mar 2015
People are ephemeral
And you never know
How far you’ve drifted
Until you’re on separate
Continents, not bothering
To shout over the gap
Content with your newly filled spaces
And they with theirs
Would it be worth it to struggle
Or would you drown in the distance
I still want to try
To stand on the edge
And shout across the ocean
That’s growing between us
Maybe the waves of my voice
Could bring you back
To the empty space
I still can’t fill
Just to find
You’ve already filled mine
Maybe I should be content
You even made a space
In your arms
For me at all
I hope we still think
Of what it felt like
When we were each other’s
Even on separate continents
Dirt Witch
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Dirt Witch
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     Prerna Singh, --- and B
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