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Jan 2019
Since I heard you died,
I have been brittle.
Angry at the wrong people.
Afraid of things that aren't really scary.
Fighting the biggest battles
with the smallest guns.

Now I know you are gone,
tears come at unexpected times.
I grieve the woods you once walked in.
My arms thick as branches,
and frozen as the icicles
hanging from my fingers.
I feel I have lost a friend.
Anne Curtin
Written by
Anne Curtin  57/F/Mounds View MN
(57/F/Mounds View MN)   
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