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Feb 2019
Breathe in -  aspire
breathe out -  expire
my aspiration knows no expiration.

With each sunset  
there be -  sunrise awaits
and therein lies my expiation.

And here, a dowry stay
a muse forlorn, receive
what could, no longer can.

Here in a downy refuge lay,
this germinant resolve:
what I was I no longer am.
hellopoet
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     --- and Colm
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