Posted on April 20, 2018
by Anne Pyle
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Sitting in an empty room
The rushing of blood is the only noise that could be heard.
As it travels from my heart to my toes and back around.
Category: Briana Herr, Guest PostsTags: loneliness, loneliness poem, love, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, relationships poem, tinnitus
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