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May 2015
I hear your words but I don't feel your speak.
I look at your face but I can't see your eyes.

Our phone lines growing longer.
The day's fusing with nights.

When you return I won't be here.
Not with you.

I don't hear anything.
I no longer look at you.

My days are my own
and you
are no part of them.
Jacqueline
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Jacqueline
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   ---, Rapunzoll and Erenn
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