Live On
Faces fade into the gray (light) is falling voices calling(Your name) again and again choruses mount
In numbers like the stars just too many to count
For much has been given, given freely away
Prices paid asleep all day (night) is calling voices falling
No one knows what to say anything is about
(The same) again and again live on without.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-11-19 at 15:04
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