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Here lies a poem

waiting to be written

But without

true words to be found

we may lie here together

Forever

Never see anything more

than what exists

Or what could be less

that she

Who waits to be?

Unravel.

Here lies absence.

Who could call it fine

When times do not reveal

Any more than mere lines

Striped in time.

This is our life.

This is mine.

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Published: Jun 25, 2013
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