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olittleme

words neglect
the heart of me –
a river without pen
nights I curse
at shadows –
as verses to begin
denied the trust
of long ago
warmth against my breast
solace seeks surrender
in a moment unconfessed
the ways become
of somewhere else –
days rolled long between
from a place deserted
where we are –
words don’t mean
a thing

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