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Nov 2014
H.Williams

Vitamins lost
in the hours of being still awake,
in the hours of feeling left behind.
These seconds are all memorized,
since I’d forgotten –purposely—how this feels.
But here I am, and there you are,
and what we don’t know
is in the space between
when there is space between.
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hwilliams
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