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Somewhere

Empty soda cans litter the side of the road, as empty as the inside of my heart. Clocks stopped hide in shadows of time counted and gone, memories lie hidden in dim corners. Vagrant breezes stir windchimes into a discordant jangle, echoing the hollow silence.

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Date: 9/1/2021 7:44:00 PM
I feel the discordant breeze. ~ Gershon
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