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Another Day-a poem

Those songs always come to an end

just like another day passes

and another night ends.

A silence

as loud as

my heart beats

sings the birds to sleep

with songs that

they could no longer sing.

It’s dead outside

and another day

has passed.

Not a word,

not a sound.

You slowly pass me by

and those wings

I gave you

were clipped.

You didn’t need

me to escape.

You used me as

a reason to escape.

~

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