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Aug 2014
I am thankful to this moment,
for you are not here.
You are not
weaving your fingers through mine
nor are you
kissing the center of my forehead.
And yet I am thankful,
for each moment you are not here
implies a moment in which you are.
Daniel August
Written by
Daniel August  Florida
(Florida)   
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