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Oct 2018
Staying ***** as if by magic, so unobserved
but so powerful.
Important but taken for granted.

Without, we are stuck
two leaves blowing in different currents.

No way to merge at the middle of the rapid churning waters below.
No way to hold or touch or kiss or lash out.


No other place so haunting that you would grab my fingers and we would both leap, screaming.
"We tried our best
I think....."
I may return to this poem another time.
Written by
danny  29/M/Melbourne/Ireland
(29/M/Melbourne/Ireland)   
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