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Nov 2020
What came after your leaving
Was the sealing of my heart
Most of the time
I am unwell but well.
Now, every time
The radio plays a song
I enjoy very much,
Or one of my friends
Show me free verse
I enjoy very much,
My heart opens
And bleeds, not the joy of art,
But the sorrow of the day
We moved apart.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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   Martin Bond
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