#17 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’)
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Peter S. Quinn
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Solitude becomes trickery,
When growing inside me;
There are distances everywhere,
Please be with me here...
Dark sun lights and bluish moons,
Flickering fortunes past ruins:
Flying space of emotions,
All shorts of erosions.
I found out I was alone,
Didn't hear you on the phone;
Only shadows on my wall,
Growing 10 feet tall.
Lonely silence I can't bear,
Wish you where with me here:
Taking care of loves outburst,
We could both adjust...
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