Non-Erotic PoetryThe end~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A soul alone on a week's night
the TV dinner cold
no one taking a bite
not a word, no music, no song
with days grown
too cold and long
no one to call and nowhere to be
the grown end
of a family tree
happy sounds next door so near
but no one left
in this place to hear
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