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Table for Two

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There is no place

For me to dwell,

I don’t know

Me quite well.

 

Heartbreaks and

Unlove tales

Are the only

Baggage that I carry;

Reflecting in the lines

That I tell.

 

I’m too empty

Of love,

So, I can’t really

Serve my heart

Or sell.

 

Living in the moments

Of blue,

I don’t think that

I’ll ever be able

To book a table

For two.

 

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Manish Singh Rajput

Mon 4th Mar 2024 04:08

That means a lot to me Tim, thank you.

Tim Higbee

Sun 3rd Mar 2024 17:30

You know a poem is written well when the reader feels their own heart ache from the words.
Thank you Manish

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