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Holes
by David NeubauerIt's strange.
The seat next to me
open,
not smelling of vanilla.
And nowhere a source of deception.
It's awkward,
tripping on
trying to
talk towards
telling the
truth to
... to me.
02/13/2007 Posted on 02/13/2007
Copyright © 2025 David Neubauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 02/18/07 at 03:53 AM "... trying to
talk towards
telling the
truth to
... to me." Oh, how hard it can be to accept that empty spot. Beautifully written, David. |
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