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Mar 2017
Were I to live....
a dead life

Were I to die....
still alive

Tear streaked smiles
my sad accomplice
Rejections touch
my frozen friend

Were I to mourn
just graveyard soul
I'd seek my plot
and fill the hole
For truly...
I'd be dead

Roosty
Robert Andrews
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Robert Andrews  55/M
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