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Karen Freeberg I Was, I AmIf you had been sitting near me then, We would have talked and I would have reached out and We would have met. We would have really met.
My eyes wide open, My hands Empty And gesturing.
I could have listened to you, and I could have spoken Forever…
But you have to come now, Too late to keep up with my rising tempo and Too late to meet the real me because I go faster and You are a blur that I am missing out on and as I miss many moments and I skip steps and I slip as I go so that Since I have to Retrace my steps so much the Faster I go the
slower i get.
and
(now if you sit near me, really you are far away, and i think i might be lost somewhere else?)
(because my eyes are kind of shut. the only thing i feel now is the cooled coffee in my hands.)
(i think i may possibly have shrunk. i am definitely smaller.)
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