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Jun 2019
It does not write the way I want it.
If it could be quite right
It would be it's own silence.

The nights I sat in the quiet
Kept me up and asking
What I'd missed.

Looking at walls and windows
In the passing,
Dim lights through the lines
Could remind me
What's life like? What's a living?

Well,
Could I live well?

If I waited long enough
Could it kiss me?
An epiphany?
What am I missing?
Don
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Don  23/M/Texas
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