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Mar 2020
I’m slipping through time again
From the when to then
From tomorrow’s sorrow
To today’s begin

The real ***** is the stitch
Where we actually exist
Between memory and wonder
And therein lies the itch

Remembering the past
Thinking of next
Wallowing in now
Sliding the narrow
James Floss
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James Floss  60/M/Freshwater, CA
(60/M/Freshwater, CA)   
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