Sunday, September 15, 2019

Missed

Not a sliver of fair
Not that anyone would care
Because even though I exist
I am so easily missed
A speck of beauty cannot be found
And no lips utter a single sound
Of the tiniest compliment
My life came and so quickly there it went.
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