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Aug 2014
Alone I never felt with you in my life
Though you left for so long
Your imprint was cut with a knife
And I questioned what that meant
That I thought of you when ever it turned dawn
Whenever I ached

Now you are back and my mind is a mess
Because with your presence means I am in your eye
No matter the context
I am content
Even when your intentions are never clear
And I can never catch the hint
Of what you meant
When you said I miss you being here
I hope this isn't a game
Maybe I'm getting ahead
With the fresh picture of your frame
Keeping my heart from being dead
Maybe that's how I survived for so long
A wait that's finally ending,
You emerge
Shedding what was covered
Though I am always the one left bare
And you unaware
Of the masked unsettling pit
Diverged from only a thank you and
A miss you
this poem is lame. i am lame
Dallas jozwick
Written by
Dallas jozwick  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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   Robert G Page, --- and SPT
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