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I don't look at the world the way I once did.
I use to find words in silent places,
like the space between two yearning hands,
or the waiting room of a hospital.
Lately I only see in black and white,
lately, I don't find poetry between the lines.
Lately I find myself becoming more and more unfeeling.
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Dec 24, 2018 6:35am
