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Private Notes
Private Notes
Notes
The beautiful weather
Mocks the storm in my heart
The sweet chirping of the birds
Approaches my ears
As tortured howling and guttural screams
I am here
But the smile is painted on
I am here
But the laughter is plugged in
I am here
But
my heart is missplaced
And yet
Not missing me
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laughter is plugged in
Like your imagery --" Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow" TS Eliot, The Hollow Men
Thank you so much Rick I appreciate your read dearly