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Sometimes i hear soft footsteps
Walking in an empty hall
Softly invading empty rooms
Nothing to see
Only to hear
Are these my spirits
Walking around
Trying to gather
My thoughts
I scarcely know
what to believe
either way offers
me no relief.
Love
was in the air

I
simply
looked around

you
had me at a stare
Amber ponds of beauty
An empty canvas
I once was
Clear, pure and yet to be discovered
I desired the simple touch of paint
And envied the true essence of colour
But
When the day finally came
I wasn’t painted
Beautifully
Yet invaded
Brutally
By the darkest shade of misery.
 Nov 2019 Lone Chimney Sweep
lms
mistaken as civil,
but I am just still.
I am just sitting.
perfectly,
remarkably still.
ive been two
ten - a billion people
and tonight i found out
i like guys

n.b.
thought i liked guys,  was wrong but i . still do like the poem.
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