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Dec 2020
Don’t threaten me with whispers

galore, come and stand by me

and shake my hand, and smile

a little more.



We are not strangers once we

love-

our hearts into the flame and

into the heartache we shove.



How relevant companionship

would be, without the burden

of mourning unto ourselves,

without swollen eyes the rapture

we could see.


copyright 2020
Written by
jay  M/US
(M/US)   
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