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Dec 2019
we watch
look out
search horizons

peep through each moment
remembering
the past is past

come up for air
fresh present aliveness

and we begin to wail
and cry and sob
inconsolable loss

when the truth
bends our fantasies
into solid reality.
Written by
nivek
57
     Walter W Hoelbling, irinia, --- and Crow
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