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Oct 2013
Too many hearts goes through life, without acceptance.
But far away from depression.
You do wonder, if there's any room for love.

If there's any room for a heart with affection.

Enclosed, within four corners and ceiling above.
And a floor below that encompass your attention.
But daily listen to your dreams.
Still, you do ponder, if there's room for more.

Some in society could less about being love.
As long as they have a connection to God above.
But in a lonely room all by yourself.

You do wish before you.
Was someone else in the room.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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