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The Loss
Every loss is felt
Just as a ripple is speltĀ in water
Ever decreasing, calming asunder
Ā
A clock ticks in a house even emptier than before
The dark lingers in aĀ hallĀ still and sure
The cat rules now
Wondering why and how
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Water weeps from a pungent wound
Never to be cleaned but to neglect and fester
Such a thought no beautiful sight could hinder
Leaving the los...
Monday 8th April 2024 3:25 pm
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