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Jul 2015
There was half of me
That forgot
The part that remember
Long had been severed
Listening for a knock

You. That face.
A wonderful clock
My eyes leap forward
Longing for the details

Longing to remember
How you once laughed.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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