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May 2020
I circle
‘Round
Bends
That live
In my body
Even
When
We
Are
Still,
And look
Past
The path
I carry
With me
To the ask
I’ve not
Heard
Clearly
(Ever,
Or for some time).
And I
Take
The hand
I know
As mine,
And step
Into
The light.
Scorpius
Written by
Scorpius  Lafayette, LA
(Lafayette, LA)   
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   Bogdan Dragos and Pax
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