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empty words are far from anywhere
by Howard F Farewell
Clenching my fists back from the near shattered glass
Already thinking of ways to unshatter my fingers
Hoping somehow to dig out of this hole
Of this place called
You want everything to come easy and to flow
But you know too well
That you know too well
To know better than that 08/15/2005 Author's Note: part 1 of a continuing cycle, see lib r. kinser
Posted on 08/14/2005
Copyright © 2026 Howard F Farewell
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