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Oct 2020
Sorry words that not spoken
In times of hidden broken
To hear the world split apart
Spoken not that words sorry

Sorry sound that not hear
Inside to hide pain of fear
To see the flowers empty vase
Hear  not that sound sorry

Sorry sees what eyes of touch
Outside the frost of rush
Closed doors of every night
Touch of eyes what sees
Sorry
Written by
Julie
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