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bus stop poems, Meet my Monsters, old thoughts that still mean something, Uncategorized 1 Minute

She was silent
She whispered
She spoke
She asked
She yelled
She howled
She cried
She asked
She spoke one last time
The indifference of silence
She will be silent once more

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Published by deannemansfield7242

I am many things in my life. I write about all of them, in some form or another. Fact or fiction it is all there.

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