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Poetic T Sep 2019
My hello's
           were never enough to
you coming to me...

But my goodbyes kept you
                      for that lingering
taste of what you didn't want.

But in the end I never answered
                                the door.

(knock, knock)
       my heart is with holding its number.

The lines dead, Ill never say hi, goodbye...

                 that moments...….

But I have peace of conscious,
                   peace of mind..
      now your not in my thoughts.

— The End —