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Matches

April 17, 2020

Collection of Poems A

We sat at a table
in a restaurant
for hours.
Apart -
while these matches
lay together
very close.
Sometimes they enflame
Sometimes ashes.
They have a cover
and are stapled together.
Our only togetherness
is in my imagination
Yet my imaginings - solo
are lonely.

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