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47. Tell me about someone you wish was sitting beside you right now (okay not to name names). What would their presence mean to you?This is person I’ve been writing poetry about for years before we ever met. Then we met, and now all my poetry makes sense in a way it never quite did before -- those poems were things I needed to write, without knowing why, and now, here and there, I read my old work from my archives and go “Oh. Oh. That’s why.”











