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May 2021
The moon whispered
into his head
“Tell her you love her,
now that you’re dead”

But the sun rose
upon her tears
she heard nothing
through her fears
and what he said
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
(M/Bottom of the Jar)   
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