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May 2022
Sometime, somewhere
Between my next breath and my last
Before my hearing goes or my vision fades
If it’s not to much to ask
I’d like to know
What it’s like to mean something
To someone
Instead of being an expert
On being nothing
To anyone
Written by
Jamison Bell
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   Aishu and Bardo
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