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Poem #53 Untitled

I found this is in my drafts from over a year ago, and rather than polish I felt like publishing as is.

Absent (minded)
In the hallway alone – but for this thought.

You may ask, but I won’t tell.
This one is for me.
No matter how you yell.

You’re at an arms length
but just out of reach

Through faded paint light trickles
meekly through the blind
hitting my face
i wake, its noon
about time
I opened the door

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