solitude
unwelcome advance ironic
still alone
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a child sings
notes of melancholy
will the door open
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I watched life
acting out, shedding values
damn it was fun
~
too late frantic
realizations of passion
kids will still cry
~
lamppost chatter
a warm summer evening
cold hearts
~
I wish to breathe
if might love be found
I wish to breathe
~
The last one is the best. One will always like to give love a chance, lots of chances in fact! Great lines Thom!
Hank
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Thank you very much 🙂
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I read a quiet desperation in this!
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oh, well thank you, the speaker is unknown 🙂
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You’re welcome. Fiction, huh? 🙂
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