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Oct 2017
Empty chair
I see them come,
I watch them go,
Not stopping here,
Not looking,
Not thinking,
For a moment,
To stay.
So still,
I'm talking to myself.
One more day,
One more day,
One more day.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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