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Mar 2016
Disembodied voices,
Calling to reach the other side.
Only ending up as screeches,
No clear voice or real cry.
This the white noise,
The solemn dark voices forgotten.
What is left in the dark?
But a light left off quite often.
Seth Milliman
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Seth Milliman  South Bend, IN.
(South Bend, IN.)   
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