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If I can
reach
just one person
with
the words I
write,
and let them
know
that they're not
alone;

then I've done
the
job of a
poet.
 May 2020 Michael Stefan
Rozana
My love for you is like casting a stone into water that inevitably sinks to the bottom as soon as it breaks the surface.
Brisk early morning
Birds singing, serving up joy
An extra cup please
I wish words were enough to make you stay
Head in the deer-lights.
Light in the deer-heads.
Deer in the light-heads.

(something like that)
That guy with antlers.

I mean MANTLERS, sorry.

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