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Words elude me
Voice having left
It’s almost every other morning
Yet something’s not quite right
Heart settling strangely
Time oddly still
The autumnal leave fall gently
Even as the world keeps bustling
My phone is silent
My alarms didn’t ring
That’s not quite right, is it?
Or is it just me?
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