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Feb 2023
You are a stranger
We have not even really met
But you have become a part of me
That I cannot live without

The further you are
The slower my heart beats
The longer I go without hearing your voice
The more deaf I become

You are that first breath of air
To a drowning man
The last little light
Keeping darkness at bay

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
But instead it has torn mine in two
How have you become so important
When I haven't even met you

You are a stranger
We have not even really met
Still I need you like a flower does rain
Yet I know that all I feel
With a wasted breath, be spoken in vain
Jonathon Hunter Catchings
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