Not a single word
syllable
or text, or call
or look, or thought
I will waste in him.
My past?
I have absolutely nothing to do with it.
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PoetryQuiet small murmurs before a storm. Dec-12-2021-GC
19. Absolute indifference
Not a single word
syllable
or text, or call
or look, or thought
I will waste in him.
My past?
I have absolutely nothing to do with it.
