The End
It was in the edge in his voice
It was in the verbal distance of his tone.
It was in the stilted words he spoke.
It is the end.
It was in the verbal distance of his tone.
It was in the stilted words he spoke.
It is the end.
If creating poetry is like praying, then I have prayed fervently with immense love.
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