The Ache



When your presence is not felt,
It hurts, especially when I am
Being chased and
Mowed down by Lonely.
Now Lonely listens,
He ain’t got no choice.
But words hitting 
Deaf ears hurt. 

(c) 2012 brownsugatou

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