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Feb 15
Truth,
I was there
When you were leaving on the air of my breath
Mixing with the vibrations in my throat
With the ideas in my heart
Into speech

I was there in real time
Connecting with surrounding minds
That nodded with recognition
Touching
Watching

Truth,
I’ve been away for some time
I’m putting words together on which to walk
But for them, I’m a drifter

Truth,
I’m onto you, returning to you
Sniffing like a hound
James Daniel
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