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Adjacent

I am

alongside

sidling along

I’m

shunting off the main track

into the

siding


I am

here but not

flickering in

I’m

slipping through the sepia

into my

memories


I am

so close by

brushing edges

I’m

finding adjacencies

in the space

with you.

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