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Jun 2015
to her, her I miss
full of her
I sit here without her

I feel her yet    
cannot hear or touch her

I know she wherever
whatever she does
she knows

and feels me
full as I do her
she is here

here in trances
she goes through, too,
we just are us, wherever

whatever us is,
we are, she means that such,
I am certain, i too
mean as much.
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