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Aug 24
Lost and Found

Sitting there, between them.
All of it, them, lost.
Wondering who will pick them up?
How did we get here?
Not forgotten but lost.
Sitting there between them,
Wondering…
Now that I am lost, who will it be?
Who will pick me up,
Find me,
Cherish me..
…again
Sitting there between them
All of us together, lost
Written by
Wouter Van Severen  30/M/Belgium
(30/M/Belgium)   
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