The Unknown Poet
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A bag upon his thoughtful brow,
he writes where city sirens wail.
A whisper slipped between the words-
too fleeting,
yet by design.
We read,
we wonder:
was it mine?
he writes where city sirens wail.
A whisper slipped between the words-
too fleeting,
yet by design.
We read,
we wonder:
was it mine?
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