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Jan 2016
Not concomitant
How cruel for
time to make her
slip away, further
and further out
of view, but
never from
my memory.

My mind's eye
holds her fast,  though
I can't see her
Anymore.
N N Johnson
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N N Johnson  34/RI, United States
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