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May 2020
For every time I was hurt,
there rolled a tear over my face
that flewΒ Β into a poem

Poems of sadness and anger
Malaise and blankness
were attempts at filling

Now that a smile is the only
occurrence on my face,
There is nothing left to write about

And I am deeply glad about that.
I am where I need to be
I am where I'm loved
fdwit
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