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May 2021
Nothing's here
You're gone; bye now
At this instant,
I hold no ill thoughts
of you, but
I am between
yesterday's clouds
oh so full, so grey
that fell with me at last
Night's black tears
puddles beneath
tomorrow's moving feet
Anthony Pierre
Written by
Anthony Pierre  42/M/A Sandy Beach
(42/M/A Sandy Beach)   
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