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The Shattered Hearts Collection ยท Volume II

Poem 04

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For seventeen hours
Retinas receiving light
Walking and talking

For seventeen years
Hair growing out
Words getting strong

For seventeen minutes
I'll write these words
It won't mean anything

For seventeen decades
I hope my poetry
Reaches someone

And when they're seventeen years
Into their lifespan
I hope they find this

And for seventeen minutes
I hope they reflect
And find peace of mind

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