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Angels On Mute
Welcome loneliness my old friend,
to mark the hours emptiness sends
In the middle of the cold and dark,
the vanishing call of a last meadowlark
leaving me stranded,
deep in the well
Counting the minutes where time has conspired,
lusting for something whose clock has expired
This silence a chorus of Angels on mute,
promising nothing, all vows to refute
left and abandoned
-deserted in hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
to mark the hours emptiness sends
In the middle of the cold and dark,
the vanishing call of a last meadowlark
leaving me stranded,
deep in the well
Counting the minutes where time has conspired,
lusting for something whose clock has expired
This silence a chorus of Angels on mute,
promising nothing, all vows to refute
left and abandoned
-deserted in hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
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Angels On Mute
Angels On Mute