No one comes.
No one comes.
No one reads.
I feel no sense I'm so displeased.
A worthjess speck of dust you see,
an annoyance here, my heart does bleed.
So what's the point my dear?
Nobody cares not even you I fear.
No one comes
and no one reads.
An invisible being that no one needs.
poem by Michael McParland
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