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Night Quiet MAG

By Anonymous

i lose my thoughts of you from far topped hotels.
blasted pavement below ...
from a time brighter than now.
sucked up all the courtesy I could offer,
'cause I heard you loud and clear, the thoughts of your soul
thinking back on my written past, all from the first
steps toward the funeral home wondering how I got past
those thick cherry-stained doors.



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