brendan hall Poems

You write me
Old fashioned letters
With your perfume on the pages
It's true and real
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We write to live
Feeling the pain
The love the shame
When put in words
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Tumble weed tumble weed
I'm going to find the sea
This desert is no place for me
I'm going home
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There is a dim light
But its still there
It's a thread of hope
It's a breath of air
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