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and then I left

June 23, 2008 by Chris Birt

when you reach

somewhere

that is nowhere

and you talk

with sadness

to someone

younger, beautiful, longing

with peace in her eyes

you feel calm

and your worries vanish

like water

through the fingers 

of a fist gripping fear 

 

 

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