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i still speak your name
into the room i’m
in so that a part
of you is with me

he doesn’t know where
I am
or that I am thinking of him
in tears
but here I am hoping
that wherever he is
he is smiling and possibly
thinking of me
in sunshine

my heart is heavy with too much missing

As much fun as it
is being away
and exploring this world
There’s something ever so
comforting about
coming home

as a society
we can no longer be
passively tolerant
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