Lost And Found
S Stefanie Fontker
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I’ve lost myself, but now
I’m found, bruised and beaten.
Pure in my unsaturated pain,
Drifting between realms
Of borderline-realistic illusion.
There is always one scene,
A reoccurrence, a replay,
A single realization stuck
In infinite and clumsy repetition.
The image of you, walking away.
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