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They are missing
they are missed
not like a picture removed
not like leaving a clear patch in its wake
or a knife without its fork
not like a pain, an ache to be soothe
no, not like that
not like anything you can think of
no words of mind or lips can even speak
tears, only tears ancient as rivers
and heavy as the sea is deep
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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