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| You said hello, but an instant too late. You had your moment, under the spotlight. But your performance was heard, only by Empty Chairs. Each time you toss the stone, it skips once, then drowns. At least you can say you tried. But to whom? Only Empty Chairs. You finally found that lucky penny, left by the side of the road. But your luck ran out long before you were born, and you don't believe it anyway. So you go back to your house full of Empty Chairs. No company to fill them. Not even if you asked. And who will pray for you, as you lie awake at night? Or hold you tight, when the rain begins to fall? No one but the wind, and your collection of Empty Chairs. MBDoolittle |
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