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The Con
by JDA

“Curious thing,” he said.
“I began missing you the
moment I met you.
I know that I’m talking
to you now,
but it’s as if I’m talking
to a memory.
I can see your hair, your face,
your eyes.
But you don’t exist.”
Sometimes I wake at night
and my heart aches.

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