This
Poetry
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Have to step back every
Few minutes, remember
Nothing's really happened,
Remind myself that
Time changes most everything
You might find someone else
Before we meet,
This might never happen
But that can't be so.
Weird, this uncertainty
That's at the same time backed
Up by a feeling of certainty
That regardless what changes
You're still here in someway.
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