September 9, 2016 / Personal

Sometimes I Pretend I'm A Writer

I have lost my words Words written but never spoke Like the long summer shadows that spread across suburban lawns. Sprinklers sigh, Crickets chirp, But where is my voice from so long ago?
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I have lost my words

Words written but never spoke

Like the long summer shadows that spread across suburban lawns.

Sprinklers sigh,

Crickets chirp,

But where is my voice from so long ago?

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