Exile
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James McLain
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Longer than time itself, time it seems.
I awaited word any kind of word.
As those moments of truth out weight sorrow.
New leaves budding unfurled in spring.
Burgeoning streams, warm summer rain brings.
Will we know each other once again?
Or pass each other in the streets and let it go.
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