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No one notices

Her heaven will be a love without betrayal
Reality is an ugly, misused state
Of which the world should have never been

Around and around we go
Day in until our final day out

It rains the tears have mixed
So this wetness of my face you cannot tell 
Which is which

As I walk through a crowd of busy people wielding cell phones and umbrellas
I am all alone
No one sees me, really sees me or notices
Until I'm gone

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 1/15/2018 5:12:00 PM
Maybe when you're gone...Nevertheless a beautiful poem of truth...All the best Maryann
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