Poem #11

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Like always it's a quiet night
Where it seems like it's poured over ice
The silent streets in front of me
With the sound of only a swaying tree
As if making a pep will bring the end
To you and me my kind friend
Sitting in silence with only your thoughts
Like a horse that only trots.

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