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Tuesday, April 06, 2021
a suddenly unscripted day
disappointment like a slap
the window yawns
summing up the end of day
admitting only small things
the clasp of malaise
the wake of a stare
for my old, younger self
the rest is baited prayer
April 06, 2021
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