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Uncanny Feeling | Poem

What happens when I drift away,

Amid the inflicted wounds of disputed ink,

Will you feather brush love this moment?

You see, Dearest,

I walked alone on dark paths long enough,

My desire to walk along you still calls,

It’s back I fear,

The inability to carve your love; words.

©sjwordsmith
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