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Apr 2018
there are sounds
that come and go
without ever announcing
they won't be back:
the last clap of thunder
in a raging storm
quietly dissipating
into silence

we don't notice the quiet until the sun shines anew

in similar fashion
the last words
of a person I loved
filtered through my ear
without any fanfare
leaving me to regret forever
the things I'll never say to him
Renee
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Renee  24/F/U.S.
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