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empty spaces

by Gira Bryant

there is a hole
where you used to
lay

between my heart
and my spine

between my soul
and the Beyond

every time you leave
it is another little death

I am never quite
resigned
Enough

and every absence
stabs violently anew
into the very core of me

12/31/2007

Posted on 12/31/2007
Copyright © 2024 Gira Bryant

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Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/31/07 at 11:09 PM

Outstanding!

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