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Jun 2021
Talking,
The walls have no ears.
Smiling, winking, flirting, kicking
Only my silhouette peers.
Screaming,
No heart to shed no tears.
So, talking to myself,
I have been for years.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
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