// pieces of me //

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I was so very alone
and it was okay
because
I knew it.
I could finally hear
the space between the breathing,
it had been the gaps which I had missed
so terribly.
In solitude, I am fed by invisible hands,
I am nourished.
I am touched thoroughly by the sweet sombre soak of
the way life falls
so gently
back upon itself, shadows content
to collect
their silent places
in the dark.

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