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Jun 2018
I find myself
Standing
In the echo chamber
Of diminishing returns
Where faded remnants
Cease to be
With ever increasing
frequency
And all reasons
To even listen
Are getting lost in the silence
Where every word ...never heard
Becomes .........
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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