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Nov 2013
In the murky realm of feelings
I am a stranger
It is hard for me to say how
Or what I am feeling
I realize
I am a relic
You see me as reserved
As cool and distant as the moon
I see me as observational
Watching and wondering
Always taking my time
Life moves much faster than I do
Sometimes
Which is why I miss opportunities
But one chance I don’t want to miss
Is you
Karen Browner
Written by
Karen Browner  F/Wahington, DC
(F/Wahington, DC)   
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