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both

I am and I am not
and he is and he isn’t
…

I am and I am not
and he is and he isn’t
and we are both just coming to terms with it
existing on our own planes
being so very different;
feeling so much the same

Author katePosted on January 30, 2023August 21, 2024Categories poetryTags grief

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