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Before my last breath.
I hope to tie up loose ends,
that haunt me today.
You don't feel the same.
I love you hangs in the air,
while I scrap my pride.
Emergency
and
Helping hand
You
Need
My
Help
For
My
Emergency
And
Helping hand
You
Literally
Present
To
Watch
My
Trepidation
                       - Amisha priya
being early, we can write a while,
unstressed by the ticking of the
clock, keeping words in order
in lines, of no principle. all the

photos were hazy, must have
been the walking, smartly
before the opening time,
the lay line, arthur’s stone.

is at the mill.
they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

the radio is old, retro,
gift for a birthday,
arrived late we did not say,
not
wishing to upset.

headlights flash, sheep
on the road,
the pheasant run, a pleasant
run, minding squirrels, other odd
furry things on the road.

hurt no living thing.

it rained all day, new
dress on the line, still wet.
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