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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

  • This Writer’s Beginnings: EarlyYears
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Drift Into Absence

alone, erato, love, muse, poetry, relationships, unrequited

There was no time

for good-bye.

And, what she promised

would never happen, did:

she was gone;

he was not.

(July 27, 2019)

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July 29, 2019
 

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