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Sometimes is not one,
but many at once;
released away,
increasing my chance.
Sometimes they return
and bring me comfort;
but most of the time
they all are but lost.
Still, I can't say
if I'll ever stop
observing the day
that helps me to cope.
Missing connections;
misplaced hope.
About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.
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