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Jul 2012
missing is far from loving
while love for the choosing just is
missing believes it is not.
suffering this poor drama
pretending our power is naught.
This realization about the suffering I put myself through when I miss someone is in process...I still need to convince myselfΒ Β all too often, that love is the only reality worth my focus.
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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