Silence

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Parts 8

MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Thu, Aug 3, 2023

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A man in mourning. The rich who are poor. Men, women, children. They fly through my fingertips when I lift my pen. The ink adorning the page filled with sorrow and laughter. Grief and love. This is a collection of poems holding both their souls and mine. Thoughts only shared with the Silence.

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