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Almost
(Excerpts)

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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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