Today has left you
Yet you have no fear for tomorrow
The evening hides
Empty between day and another night
You decorate your loneliness
With remembered smiles and old words.
Anyone can question pain
You are the only one to seek answers from it.
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[Another found poem from an ages-ago notebook.]
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