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Jun 2019
Her anxiety
filled words,
she wants
them to
mean
something
to you.

But alas,
they mean
nothing when
those words
fall upon
ears of stone
and a
dying heart.

The once
little boy
now a
middle
aged man
is heading
towards
twilight's
horizon.

Her words;

soon
her words
will be
directed towards
an
empty chair.



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The Concrete Poet  M
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