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Mar 2019
Death is merely
Emptying the Goblet of Life
Back into the carafe
From which it came
I am bitter wine
Aging on borrowed time
Just thinking of my mortality
Dawn Treader
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Dawn Treader  Unicorn Lane
(Unicorn Lane)   
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     coqueta, ymmiJ, Carmen Jane, Amy byrne and Mark S
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