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Feb 2012
i see nothing
coming to mind
coming to the tips of my fingers
that are oh so tired

i feel nothing
coming to me
seeking my hand
letting me fly

i hear nothing
coming to find me
looking for me
bringing me home

i smell nothing
coming from the one
who i was looking for
who let me go too far
Zoe
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