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Jun 2017
There was a time,
though filled
and spent
in moments,
never days
and rarely hours,
when smiles
and warmth
A look,
or touch,
or a simple word
or sound,
was all it took
for pleasure,
brief though
it was.
Not now
no more,
some effort
is required,
to replace
the smallest
of deeds,
and all
while strength
How much
do I need
that smile,
any more?
Is it worth
the energy
I say no
and the need
has left me.
The Play
has had
its run.
Good night,
good bye,
so long.
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