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If I Still Wrote. {poetry}

  The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But if I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting, you’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence — no matter — will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this  ...

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