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... suddenly

I become a part of your past,  I'm becoming the part that don't


I'm losing you and its

Over my head  Augustana






watching something happen from a

safe distance



when you exert no energy 

                                                        sometimes things just

fall apart on their own 

                                                       drift away the way clouds do  


Your hands neither start or stop them


no words slow the motion 

                                                       they were here then



So,  now I keep my hands in my pockets

                                                       my thoughts too 






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