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2:48 am.

2:48 am.

The peace of this hour;
The silence of this minute;
The taste of this second;
The haste of this time;
Is where my mind collapsesĀ 
Into words I cannot speak.
And I bleed into placesĀ 
I cannot touch.Ā 
-U.J

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Dean Kuch

And you're not alone either, U.J.
I believe as writers, specifically poets, we ALL wear our hearts on our proverbial sleeves.
To a certain extent.
Take care...
~Dean Kuch

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Tony Taylor

Hey U.J!!...your words are poetically whispered and land in that softly silent recess of the heart and mind!!.....ALL STARS!?... well done girlfriend!!..... smiles.....T xo ??✓?

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