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Feb 2020
When I say
You’re too kind
I mean it
The dull stabs
Of your best intentions
Only stir the wound
Please
Leave me to grieve
These woollen words you weave
To soften woe
Do not deceive
My threadbare wits
That they are whole
No peace for me maybe
But…please
A little quiet
Brian Yule
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