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ten poems
127
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Where or to whom can you turn for solace,
when all around, the doors are closing in your face?
All you are left with is perpetual longing
for the past or a future that is no longer plausible.
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127 292
127 292
ten poems
127
2
Where or to whom can you turn for solace,
when all around, the doors are closing in your face?
All you are left with is perpetual longing
for the past or a future that is no longer plausible.
______