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Nov 2018
On this day,
of 35 years.
Humbled by,
the cycle of death.
I place my foot,
on sodden wood.
Embracing,
the November wind.
It's cruel and nips,
at my blue fingertips.
There is something,
new and also blue.
That pushed me out,
into the deep cold sleep.

Your eyes.
Jason Drury
Written by
Jason Drury  40/M/New Hampshire
(40/M/New Hampshire)   
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