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Her Absence Her absence changes everything. I reach out to touch others but all is obscure and uncertain. My mind struggles to keep up. But her face, her eyes, her lips burn through the fog of dimmer notions. I am obsessed with one occasion. Her return, a sun lit day, binding me like some reluctant spell. So I await her winsome replace. Occupied with pen and sheet and ideas that lead only to her grace. |
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