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You know...it's funny...strange.
How we're always reaching out for something, for someone...
and yet pulling and pushing away.
It's funny...strange...
how life or whatever we call
this...
brings people in...and out-
like a storm picking up trees and planting them somewhere else.
Here, then gone in the time it takes to blink
or to touch
or to kiss.
We are the storms...and we are the trees...
and how do we really know that there is any difference-
between you
and the space that I call me?
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February 2nd, 2018
