A World Away

A poem

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Crooked men and crooked souls

and a city that I don’t know

anymore, like I used to,

like the day before you left.

Every now and every then

4 am and 3 pm,

A world away, I’m ok.

Slice my soul like an onion.

Between the chaos of you and I,

I am suspended.

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