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Jan 2015
There was nothing
Nothing but loneliness
And the subtle
The desperate words
That never came forth
But in a moment of despair
That was all that had been offered
And the quietness
The few things that could be shown
As we sit and stare
In the eyes of the night sky
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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   Kate Irons
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