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Nov 2013
All faces seen
seem cold and mean
yet still I watch
with thoughts unclean
all weather hearts
all shame pristine
my sorrow starts
the day's routine

and sadness builds
to cloud my eyes
til hope it yields
and all but dies
my battered shell
retreats with whys
into this hell
I authorize


©2013 Lyn
Written by
Lyn Senz  M/ohio b.26dec1963
(M/ohio b.26dec1963)   
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