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Almost
(Excerpts)

I live in that space where nothing is truly missing,
yet nothing ever quite happens.
As if time knew,
but were waiting for something else from me.
I am almost there —
without knowing where.
***
Nothing happened,
and yet
everything weighs.
***
Two strangers
might have
met.
But never
did their eyes
meet.
***
I fade slowly
life
erases me
little by little
the world
learns
to go on
without me.
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