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Wednesday
2007-07-25

With each passing moment,
each second of each minute of each hour,
despite the distance that separates us,
never letting go of something that doesn’t exist,
even though I need to,
such thoughts should not exist,
days pass me by and your name,
a letter at a time,
yearns to pass over my lips.

James O. Stewart