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Oct 2015
I don't know how to explain the ache in my chest
I don't have words for a chronic emptiness, not numbness
but a keen awareness that the gap is there- I don't
have words. I'm all out of them. Pain, I think, suddenly
more than there has been, (it comes in waves),
but I was absolutely right that one drive
when I told myself this is the worst it will ever feel
and by God, it's only uphill from here.
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M  The back of your mind
(The back of your mind)   
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     Rj, ---, ---, Earl Jane and Jesse Madison
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