Poetry · Writing

Little weep

 

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(c) Lee Jeffries

After all he had been through he felt more lost than ever before
It wasn’t the time or the place but he felt the need to weep.
He put his hands in front of his eyes so no one would notice
And no one did.
He wept little more and left.

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