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Category : Poems

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Running through everclear springs,with calculated steps,only to trek  muddy emotions of the past.Alone, with silences deciphering the sound,of things heard and the things said,Suspicious of it all.I hear the uncertainty in your voice. Which is brought on or made worst,with each passing sun secretly  hating pieces of self,thats left to fill the silence of sound


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    Jan 16, 2020

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