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Jan 2020
No youthful regrets beset
None of that stuff shines to last
I do not, will not
Look back through closed windows without seats of cushioned green, no
A neck is facing forward for a personal fast
And I for the hunger next of dawn
Will taste all that the future holds
Nothing
Will turn
Me back
Natural and just have been my failing feelings of the past. But they do not and will not dictate my future life.
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Colm
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Colm
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     --- and Carlo C Gomez
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