This
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Opening.
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Is not a
Sentence.
These
Are not words
In a sentence.
This
Is not a
Poem.
This
Is nothing
Serious.
This
Is not near
The end.
This
Is not the
End.
For N.C.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
