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In Your Absence

The core of me intently listens to that which, in your absence, I merely imagined having heard; Once again, I speak eloquently of that which, when you were away, I only mumbled to myself; And, surefooted, I pick my way in the dark where, without you, I tumbled and fell. Thank you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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