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Dec 2015
When whispers are not enough,
I wonder why.
Have we become too deaf
To listen to those sounds
that our heart used to make;
Subtly telling us to keep calm
β€˜Cos he can’t keep up.

It’s over now, he is quite
Knowing you don’t care
you were querulous,
searching for answers,
leaving a trail of mess behind
When all you had to do was,
Listen.
Allan
Written by
Allan  M/Sydney
(M/Sydney)   
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