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Because there are times
when everything is about loss,
today is about people
who are missing, parts
that have no purpose,
a trail that has no beginning
and no end.
A missing name,
missing bodies.
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"There are times when everything is about loss." Wow--that cuts to the chase. Powerful stuff here, Kymm. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHuh. Thank you. I almost didn't (share).
DeleteSo haunting, and such a hopeless feeling. There's always a point...it's just that figuring it out can be difficult at times :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Janna. Yeah, or making one up.
DeleteWonderful writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ruby.
DeleteBeautiful. Even loss has a point, right?
ReplyDeleteThanks lumdog. Maybe loss is the point.
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