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A Poem of Missing

The slow death of disconnect
Fading into the back ground
Lost in a chorus of urgency
Close in is static
Running toward change with chains of mud
Starvation not of body but heart and mind
Dried up words cling to my throat
It is so much
It is not enough

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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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