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lost and found but still forgotten

Conversations of habit;
polite gesturing
I won't remember his face.
We disassociate.
Pushed against the boundaries
of individual existences,
only slight murmurs,
greetings and exchanges
when our worlds
touch briefly.

1 May 09

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