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Nov 2015
I'm lost
when his hands are out of reach
and all is
inaccessible now he leaves

I've lost
everything I imagined us to be
and all is
inaccessible in my dreams

He's gone
and still I reach for something
that's just as
inaccessible as it seems
Helene Josephine
Written by
Helene Josephine  Denmark
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