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Feb 2021
Watching
people talk
of black holes in the place of souls,
complain of aches and mistakes ,
sing of break-ups and make-ups,
cry for lost chances and missed glances,
as if it is a passion
I just sit
watching for signs of such talks
bubbling up from mine
Written by
Jip
340
   Terence Chinnery
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