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May 2014
To the man I won't ever see again:
I had lost my mate in a sea of similar looking citizens
and you offered me bread.
We broke and bit into it.
We commented on the subtly of rosemary within it.
I will never see you again,
but you fed me.
Madeleine Toerne
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