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Jun 2020
cry ,one of the two birds that delivers his pleasure,
impossibly, here for sure,nothing is less than nothing,
surmounted, surrounded, captured and grounded,
predated by a whole lot of somethings,
something always there to remind me,
something always there to catch with unsafety net,
something old,
something new,
something borrowed,
something blue.
When Maria Madalena went to the tomb, she was told her Lord was with the living not the dead
Rachel Lady Durand
Written by
Rachel Lady Durand  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
85
   Bogdan Dragos
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