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Sep 2019
It was there,
now it's gone.
History destroyed
even the newest of dawns.

I live....yes,
sadly I just live.
Tough way to live when there is so much more to give.

Work to provide...
most days is just such a lonely ride.

Shower and eat,
can't wait to fall asleep.

Hoping soon to be dust,
in Heaven or bust.
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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