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Take a Seat
One day you'll pass
and I'll be gone,
the chair empty, warmth
leaving the nook
where poems comprised
the body, or perhaps soul,
a shape still lingering,
here, now, the fleeting
moment when I'm still
around, and
I turn to
you, you turn to
me,
and we
take a seat together.
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