Contributor: Eric Carl

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Standing here, alone, at the edge of the future and the past,
I breathe the sweet air of loneliness,
Blink past the edges of tears
Buds of life,
And try to remind myself
That it is just one night.
One night apart
In a sea of nights
We spend together.


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I am a writer who lives in Seattle. I was born in Anchorage, Alaska and have lived in both Arizona and California.