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Dec 2019
So happy when I see your sad eyes
Vacant lot
So full of myself
Unread books on dusty shelves
Did you miss me?

The art of compression
Words sprinkled over crumpled paper
Too tight to breathe life into the room
A new obsession
Held captive
I'm too tired to run
Will you?

Wilted flowers
On top of a detuned piano
Look dear! See how the cherry blossoms grow!
Broken petals
Trampled underfoot

Clouds are breaking
You can almost see the sun
Bounty is for the taking
Hey babe. Looks like I've gotta run.
Written by
Robert C Young
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