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Sep 2018
You shout at the void
and wait for the echo
but like a duck's quack
nothing comes back

(why is the duck not quacking)
I cannot hear it though
I know its beak is moving

And we keep shouting
at the day

A duck quacks back
This was my first absurd poem
Written by
Justyn Huang  24/M/New York
(24/M/New York)   
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