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Mar 2017
I am but the gentlest of men
that weeps for that
which is beyond my control
that which harrows my soul
running it over and ripping it
to tragic and tiny bits.

You would be hard press
to find others who express
such gentleness
and shortly you will see
the last of it in me
as I either writhe in new found rage
or wither and fade away in tearful pain.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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