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I always thought
I knew who I was
but not being able
to leave the house
gives me the space
to discover myself
she does not write
he is concerned
her words had given
him pleasure
a sense that
he was not alone
her sudden silence
intensely saddens him
waiting
today
tomorrow
knit knit purl knit
her needles clink
her fingers race
knit knit purl knit
no time to think
she found her pace
knit knit purl knit
rainy and bleak town
smileless faces rushing past
sadness engulfs me
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