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Reprieve
by Bob Moore
I step outside, the moon and stars
subdue my storage bin of tears.
The silent music cleanses, clears
entangled memories in my heart.
Old stories of my former self
lie hidden, other tales unshelled.
When I was young, kind words were held,
uncertain of the love I felt.
A heart can take a risk believing
all is love, and then can lose it.
A memoir of love songs without music
drifts in the distance every evening.
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