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Dec 2017
A Lost Meant
This loss,
I’m not sure when it began.
Or where it eventually ends.  
I’m not sure how many times I’ve counted.
I’m not sure how many times I’ve heard myself count.
This lost was meant.
Written by
EdwardtheFirst
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