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May 2017
it is not lost on me
the way in which you snub
and ignore
living here but moving in cold circles
eddies of conversation move between us
and settle around our feet
I still believe
but see there is no longer us
except in memories and artefacts
the substance of a union now dead
as you step away
moving along a path I cannot see

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