Sight Without a Sound
Run a ragged circle until you catch yourself alone'Until it gets so bad lost on your feet so tired
Too bad the way we met somewhere some day so
It goes deaf as sight without a sound you see
Yourself in someone else
Not me . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-05-05 at 02:49
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