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Dec 2019
There but not
Awake but asleep
Lonely the silence
Uncomforting creek

Knowledge he wants
Not that we give him
Born of innocence yet
Remains imprisoned

Together the planets
Lonely is Pluto
Forever he’s waiting
He hopes all for you know
I might’ve visited the outside of where Edgar Allen Poe lived: 85 West 3rd Street, New York, New York (1844-1846) - Then I visited Caffé Reggio, ordered a cappuccino and wrote this poem
Angelo Iudici
Written by
Angelo Iudici  28/M/New Jersey
(28/M/New Jersey)   
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