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Mar 2020
Weightless and wordless,
she only saw the goodness
of my desolate soul

When she walked away,
I cried over the small
space between her lips

And just like the space
that separates her lips,
I was centuries away  
from seeing her again
I miss her.
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     Perry, Aubrey, jordan, --- and Mark S
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