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Mar 2015
Loneliness bellows.
Sadness screams
      to be heard
and how could one not hear it
as it yells from the balcony
beckoning for
         love
that will never come.
How harsh it's voice
that scrapes the mind
and kills the hopes
found inside.
Robert Varblow
Written by
Robert Varblow  Thousand Oaks, CA
(Thousand Oaks, CA)   
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