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tiny names

imagine
the day, now a
tiny memory,
when you were plucked
out of the unknown
like a gray hair
and placed on the earth
to roam from
streets to roads to
sidewalks to homes
so many people with
your name – are they calling
it right now? how
many times a day has
your name been called,
screamed, questioned,
or whispered lovingly –
before you arrived and
even after you are
long gone?

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: pluck

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  1. Nice!

    Liked by 1 person

    July 6, 2017

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