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Feb 2022
But you don't know what it is.

Dropped something,
patting my pockets.
Feeling for what is not,
yet what should be.

Knife, wallet,
phone, keys.
Gun.
Smokes, matches.
Vape, shades.

All here
and accounted for,
yet...
The worst feeling is knowing you're forgetting something,
but not knowing what it is.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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