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Apr 2016
Whisper her name.
Let the word flow through me.
Now say it again.
It fosters a melody so sweet and proud.
I’m overcome by gentle dreams.

“Veronica”

Voices inside me come and go.
They cry out for time and space.
And a chance to make things right,
But I’m afraid to see her again.
I don’t want to fail.
Not again.

“Empty your mind.”
“Don’t hide from what is honest.”

I’m suffocating in suspense.
What am I in her eyes now?
Dare I ask?
An answer delivers my destiny.
Ecstasy if yes.
Exile if no.

The Rubicon stands before me.
Alan Brown
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Alan Brown  M/California
(M/California)   
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