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Mar 2018
I am now, I am now...


for reasons you need not concern yourself,
oft disappear for an hour or two,
making an odd combination of
groans and moans,
that she follows like a crumb trail through the forest,
til she finds me and asks if I’m OK,
and answer-true,Β same-always, when only she inquires,
smile>gritted teeth, laugh line>worry line,

I am now, I am now
Dead Rose One
Written by
Dead Rose One  costa barnacla
(costa barnacla)   
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