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I'm Not Here
Conversations float like dandelion seeds
drifting on some tumble-weed breeze
the words are soft and out of focus
bouncing quietly off these walls
Invisible vibrations pass unnoticed
no effect, no eye turned, no ear piqued
was that my name, something I should recognise
or just another wave in the sea of endless ambience
I’m not here
I’m not here at all
I’m back at that table
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Sunday 22nd March 2015 11:57 am
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