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CAROL JULIEN
I – apart
a gulf
of space and time
of fear and
possibility
impossibility
between us
when your skin
your touch
could hurt me
but it is
the only thing I want
II – closer
I dream at night
of riding the bus
with you
of sharing a bowl of soup
of holding your hand
in the dreams you say to me
you are still you
you are still alive
even if no one is there
to see it
© Photos Carol Julien Text Déa Julien
III – together
I did not miss
The World
I missed
the way your arm
fits into mine
laughing at some little thing
in our own private language
I missed
falling asleep
knowing you were there
and smelling coffee
when I woke up
without you
my home is just a place
my time a thing that goes by
together
is to survive
PEOPLE
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INTERNAL DIALOGUE
Inward
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