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Feb 2013
satisfaction
slips away
between my fingers, it
I
watch it go
I reach out for you
but you’re
so
distance kills
too far to feel
too deep to heal
these wounds won’t
go away
left alone
wilting flowers in my
hands grasping
for when they first bloomed
Josh Taylor
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