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Mar 2015
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Was that the last
walking away, so
dreadfully determined
having left so much unsaid.

A pause, just before
slipping silently out of sight
then, a slight turn of her head,
a glance back

knowing  or hoping
you’re still there
standing watching
confirming continuum.
perhaps.
Written by
john Poignand
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