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From Timbuktu, with love

There were times

I tried to speak

but found my voice

off to Timbuktu

and while it was there,

it bought me a shirt

that read, “My parents

went to Timbuktu

and all they bought me

was this lousy shirt.”

And the whole time,

I sat silently next to you

thinking,

but unable to say a word.

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Sam_E

36 / M / West Virginia

Published: Feb 4
LinesWords: 1457

Notes: Some moments, we wish we said more, or did more.
Tags: #timbuktu #lousy #shirt #voice #past

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