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Apr 2017
there's a certain texture to this moment
to the bare walls
that have surrounded me all this time
and that I've only noticed now

although the room is quiet
I still hear the city's noise
and the muffed din
of those next to me, but far away

the din of those
who aren't spending these moments
to stop, and smell
the absence of roses
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Former Poet  33/M/Canada
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   Azaria and alex
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