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Oct 25
We can sit and and talk
And there’s no conversation,
Just hollow words filled with empty sentiment
Concealing what’s left unsaid,
Except by our actions,
That scream
Written by
Michael S  42/M/Colorado
(42/M/Colorado)   
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