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The sound of your voice.
Angels singing up on high.
Chorus in the sky.
I know who you are.
You stare back In my mirror.
Then you tear me down.
Crows caw their goodbyes.
I'm alone with empty trees.
Branches comfort me.
Not first on your list.
Not included in your plans.
Just an also ran.
Time spent with you.
Like shooting stars in the sky.
The moon at midnight.
Politicians words,
Whichever way the wind blows.
With hypocrisy.
Lynn Stillman Aug 23
Where does the time go?
It's hiding in the minutes.
Caught between the hours.
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