Mine is a voice
for those without ears
They never hear
the screams of my fears
Without a doubt
the world little cares
I go away
from life's affairs
So read this rhyme
and small words of rot
though I'm gone
I miss you a lot
(C) November 2019
DWP
Thursday, November 28, 2019
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