09.18.2016 by the Voice Without

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Sep 2016

09.18.2016

The inspiration died
When the summer ended
Now my poems are like the shirt that my dad needs mended
Ripped apart at the seams as if cotton blended

Written by

the Voice Without among the cornfields

(among the cornfields)

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