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This time the birds are a cacophony,
The cold air too sharp.
Solitude and peace have become loneliness and deafening silence that crushes,
And I'm soothed no more.
Friday 14th May 2021 9:33 pm
This time the birds are a cacophony,
The cold air too sharp.
Solitude and peace have become loneliness and deafening silence that crushes,
And I'm soothed no more.
Friday 14th May 2021 9:33 pm
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