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SILENT THOUGHT
THE SMELL OF COFFEE EACH MORNING AWAKES ME.
SLIENT COLD WOODEN HOUSE,
LEAVES BLOWING AGAINST THE WINDOW.
ANOTHER DAY TO BE HAPPY
SMILIES AND LAUGHTER MAY BE ALL A FRONT.
WHO AM I TO SAY.
BLESSED IS QUESTIONABLE
CURSED MAYBE SO
WHO AM I TO SAY
COLD HEART
DREADING FOR DAYS
Who AM I TO SAY
unhappy,
SLIENT COLD WOODEN HOUSE,
LEAVES BLOWING AGAINST THE WINDOW.
ANOTHER DAY TO BE HAPPY
SMILIES AND LAUGHTER MAY BE ALL A FRONT.
WHO AM I TO SAY.
BLESSED IS QUESTIONABLE
CURSED MAYBE SO
WHO AM I TO SAY
COLD HEART
DREADING FOR DAYS
Who AM I TO SAY
unhappy,
Published 18th Nov 2021
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