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Nov 2019
I have no tears left for grief.
Instead I write
Them down in pitch black ink.
No,
I have no more tears to cry.

And

I have no voice left to weep.
Instead I pluck Harp strings
that sigh
Soft songs into the lonely nights.
I
Have no voice left to cry.
JJRKelly
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JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
(24/M/Chicago)   
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