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Daniel Flosi 11/10/2019 monostich, Poetry

While You Drift

While you drift quietly to sleep i feel in time when your absence will leave a hole.

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    erroneouschoices on 11/10/2019 at 9:29 am
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    Weirdly describes a well known feeling I didn’t even know I’d felt until I read it here.

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      Buddhadoshā on 11/10/2019 at 11:28 am
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      That it weird but,
      Cool!

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