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May 2017
Me in my distance - and you in yours

There is nothing in between anymore

You drove too far - and never came back

I have only my wounds

You stare at them - they smell of old rot

Embers never remembered

I wish it were December
Thomas R Parsons
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Thomas R Parsons  Chicago
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