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Feb 2019
Our clocks where seconds apart,
  but within those moments..

        We never really caught
                                   that instant,


when we chimed in
                           synchronicity.


And what had felt like hands near
                                        each other.,

had woefully drifted ever further apart.
Poetic T
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   Carel Prinsloo, AussiAir and Perry
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