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Jan 2019
Cells die as I refuse to let go
of the burning muse who doesn't know
My desire to boil away
By a fleeting sense of what could be
I'm fine with it if I knew
That it's not part of a plan
But of a poem incomplete
Allan
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Allan  M/Sydney
(M/Sydney)   
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   JL Smith
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