Repetitive With you it's always the same. Silence. Distance. Longing. Nonexistence. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related March 19, 2022 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: Poetry, You 8 Comments
I’m sitting here, next to Mr H. thinking, that’s me sometimes! This struck home! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I’m sitting here, next to Mr H. thinking, that’s me sometimes! This struck home!
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Glad to make a connection!! 🙂
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Don’t I know it 🖤🖤
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🖤🖤 Yup!
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Simple and very clear!!
Great share
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Thank you!!
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