No crows feet
In this quiet town
Lineaments on a faded map
Aged by the passers through
No other beating hearts
But the hummingbird round my neck
Weary by the fast
Weary in the slow
Laughter came and went
Anger had it’s agons
And at last the noise is gone
Too weary to go on
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
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