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Nov 2021
Sometimes I miss you even when
you’re right here.
A nice breeze will carry leaves across
the pavement and I’ll want to grab
your hand but
you’re off somewhere else,
up there.
So instead I’ll just look around
at what we could be enjoying,
and instead of feeling full I’ll feel sad.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  30/F/Ohio
(30/F/Ohio)   
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     Aishu, Oceara Miedema and Trully
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