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Nov 2013
I sat at the table
staring at these meager provisions;
wondering how long the minuscule
pieces of optimism will last.

My body,
weakened by emptiness,
now suffering from anguish
as the early sunset ends
the day prematurely.

I weep within
the silence of darkness,
the memories are no longer
satisfying.
David W Jones
Written by
David W Jones  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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