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Jun 2016
He asked me why.
Why I deny his attempt to help me.
Why I deny his efforts
To help salvage whatever humanity
That may be trapped in the cage
That contains my brain.

And my only reply,
As truthful as it came,
Was
*"When all of the flowers in a flower bed are dead,
What is the point
In continuing to water it?"
Bret
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   Dana Colgan
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