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Nov 2018
A heart without love
Space without stars
an unused womb
It's a lonely place.

Unspoken words
An unwritten tune
A melody without a stave
Who am I to walk alone
Slowly to my grave.

Withering away
Closing of mind
Sadness of the dark
I am the lonely place
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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