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paul weinman





I'm without you



I rush in the hall
people ramming around.

I'm part of a mab
and you're not here.

You're in my mind.

I sense your image
grasp for reality.

I try to place you
among this crowd.

You're nowhere there.

I'm in this mass
but then again, not.

Because when
I'm surrounded

I'm without you.

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