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for CJC - 2025
I think it’s Friday; maybe not.
Days float by my brain
in a silent parade
unnumbered.
With little
to distinguish or
clearly label each day
from another, how can I know?
Or does It matter anyway since
every day begins the same
as I always wake
with thoughts
of you
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