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Leila Fortier
~Punctuated~
Why
Am I always
Somewhere in between
Missing you Punctuated with
Absence~ Spaces yet to be filled by
Our silences~ There is an unraveling
Of soul upon the ether~ The trajectory
Of fingertips in search of identical
Prints~ You hear me as though from a distance inside of
You~ Kinetic resonance within perpetual yearning~
All embellishment aside~ You still linger at
The end of every sentence~ As the
One word left I cannot say~
I swallow you again
…Like the sun…
Like the
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60 Writing Tomorrow Magazine