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Month: January 2021
One
One thousand miles still separate you from me. And one year later I know this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Mapped
My green eyes will record your body like an atlas... Diligently mapping out each and every coordinate.
Stained
Emotions remain
on the fabric
that held us...
Lonely stains
imprinted in a
cotton embrace...
Last Words
As we frantically tried
to save your life
I heard
“Can someone please
call my wife?”
3 S’s
Stars, stories, and silent tears... That's all you've left for me this year.
AO Poetry 
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