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Paper Friends
Leaving seems so hard
Until you actually leave
The peculiar truth is
Leaving feels ludic, orphic, majestic
Leaving the places which seemed to matter
Leaving the paper people I once met
Leaving, forgiving & moving forward
What a trouvaille I encountered
To leave the paper connection
Leaving them as they are, incomplete & rustic
Leaving them in the ocean ...
Saturday 17th October 2020 5:39 am
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