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Jan 2018
I need to harvest life's rewards
Before the harvester harvest's me
No one but cowards can afford
To harvest life so infrequently

How illness can so sharply halter
As distance tends to put asunder
Poetry and medication
Have led to total desperation

So as my days continue to number
The chaotic clock of daytime slumber
My life will never be complete
All sorrows sleeping, yet still no peace
Ophies
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Ophies  18/M/California
(18/M/California)   
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