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Jan 2018
the minutes turn to hours
in the time that you are gone
a distant voice in the hall
my name in whispered dreams
no more than warm memory
creeping now as shadows
waiting to pounce
should I happen to turn away
or to forget.
Jayme M Yaroch
Written by
Jayme M Yaroch  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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