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Jun 2020
a life lived
high

above
our
individual
pains

we were
together
forever
forgetting

days and
nights

months and
years

and when
we hit

the rock at
the bottom

we landed
in a desert

and you cried
for the

first time
creating

our oasis
or was it

a mirage
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
18
   From the ashes and Aparna
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