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Danielle Jun 2018
There’s a square,

The silence kills me.

In which the okay things go.

Unasked questions,

But I stray sometimes.

I want the answer to.

I don’t mean to hurt you.
Toying with lines that alternate, but still hopefully make a whole poem. Let me know what you guys think.

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