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Jan 2021
You squeezed
every drop of blood
from my veins

Left drained
and without
solid ground

My cadaver
almost sensuous
in its gutter

To never mutter
one more word
on this earth

It slid
like black snakes
through distant ponds

And broken bonds
compress me
into a seed

Against your will
I will grow
again

and spite your trend
of ending
anyone else
Sometimes you just feel bad and need to put the feelings into words.  Hope everyone else is feeling good today.
Michael Stefan
Written by
Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
(37/M/Minneapolis)   
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   --- and Thomas W Case
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