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Jun 2023
There’s always something
Something lost
Something gained
Something desired
Something refrained

Something is nothing
And something is everything
Don’t you see
Can’t you feel?
Anything?

I feel
Everything
Sometimes nothing
Sometimes every little thing…
I miss you…

A dull plastic butter knife….
In the kidney…
In the spleen….
Doesn’t matter
I don’t feel anything
jim moore
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