A Poem for Clara
The words
are not
the same
anymore
walking empty
streets
hearing
sounds
I used
to ignore
all those
things you
said to
me
for all that
time
and all you
wanted
from me
was
3 small
words
that even
now
I try
my best
not
to
say.
--M Starr
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