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Mar 2020
I have tasted the depths of nothingness
Like some black bark
From a tree
which does not exist

Where there are no trees

I shook my body
Day after day after day
A little something
to navigate the gray


And still

I am hesitant to rise again
As the remembrance
Of winters remain

For once in my life

I am my own man
Powerful
Naked and afraid

Just like the old men whose hands I hold

And still

I wrap my ***** as if
It is all I have ever known
And I walk

To the pond and sing

For this love
Knows nothing
Quite so true
As your arms
Written by
songs from somewhere  here
(here)   
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   Fawn
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