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Jan 2021
I Am

I am
a whited sepulcher,
sun-bleached
under desert skies
and you,
an earthquake,
splitting me wide open,
exposing
the dead men’s bones
found within.
And who would love me,
if they saw me the way I do?

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Written by
James E Roethlein  51/M/Middletown, Pa
(51/M/Middletown, Pa)   
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