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To be torn apart
One day at a time
Fraught to foresee
Mind versus mind

A desolate place
For one to be sure
Surrounded by yearning eyes
Unwilling and insecure

Slipping through the hours
Dripping from the sky
This image of you
Left alone to decide

Like words unheard
In echoes we find
The meaning in loss
Blind leading the blind

About G.Edward Smith

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