A Forlorn Echo

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FEBRUARY 2018

A Forlorn Echo 

 

Hoping, you’d hear.

But, like the moment.

You were long gone.

I can only dream....

Of what was.

And

Perhaps, I should’ve used.

Majik 

Or just, tied you down.....

To keep, what..... I’d had.

For now, it’s all.

Swinging, in the.... 

wind

 

Like an old, creaking, barn door.

 

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