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May 2012
we are nothing but specks of dirt
blowing in the wind, father and
farther apart.

and if somehow by the grace of
the current that carries this air
we are brought back together,
i'm not sure i'll recognize you.

stuck between heart break
and a deep sigh of relief,
i wish either felt easier.
Quinn
Written by
Quinn  Bremerton, WA
(Bremerton, WA)   
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