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Mar 2014
Long trips don't measure distance.
Deep breaths don't record depth.

Seen sudden shock and change.
Now witness slow wither and decay.

If I could just open my mouth.
If I could just say something.

A whole year passes.
No idea what happened.

A new year;
I am already forgetting.
Christopher Blanck
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