Loving Voices Die
P Patti Masterman
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Loving voices die-
but first they dwindle
to a whisper;
The fragile throats
go closed,
in their final stricture.
No words to ease
the pain,
that's wrapped up
with a shiver-
And nothing else remain,
As beloved faces wither.
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