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Friday, October 25, 2019

WHERE THERE IS NO NAME

I’m not known by a name, nor respond to one,
If some one should call to me, and I do respond
It must be a silent call, and they must hear beneath
A wild, raw destructive wind my whispered secrets
Only then, will I say ‘welcome, enter, I am waiting’.
Trish 2019

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