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Sunday, March 01, 2020

Almost Each Day

Almost Each Day
Melchor F. Cichon
March 1, 2019

Almost each day
I see you taking your lunch
Alone.

I thought
You just wanted solitude
Like the morning star
In the east.
Until
I heard the whistling wind
Among the bamboo leaves.
Until
I read your mind
And heard
From your officemates
About your soiled
Tongues.

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