As I was looking for the key to Richard's studio.
Whatever Google search says, now that I looked it up,
It has come to my mind independent of.
The only physical connection one has in grief, is grief.
I have my cosmic connection as a consolation.
Rich has been close this week, we talk.
I can feel the pin pricks behind my eyes
in between when I know there is no touch.
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| I am following Big Red & Ezra. |
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They did a switch as I considered
if my post was complete.
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