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And the words ring in my
head, an echo of a feeling,
he said my name to the darkness
alone in the bed and I wept at
the words how can I let this
go? How long will my empty
arms consume me? There is
a light of hope creeping across
my heartland, a space of grey
I trudge through now
head, an echo of a feeling,
he said my name to the darkness
alone in the bed and I wept at
the words how can I let this
go? How long will my empty
arms consume me? There is
a light of hope creeping across
my heartland, a space of grey
I trudge through now
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How do I get royalties on your poems? Lol. Great poem. Perfect reflection of the current goings-on.