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Nov 2014
through thin and sharp
my hand reaches out to slap me
and I rise and fall against visions
of what could have been.

I wish you sleepless nights.
to the answers that will never come to mind

I was there, fresh as air for those tiny moments
when you couldn't even breathe
and when you dreamed
that you were having dreams,
reliving past and present grief.

...incomplete
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Margrett Gold
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