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Oct 2021
Tonight,
I am grieving my self

How I let my hair grow
How you let me go

How your cold absence burns
more than the heat of August,
more than a cigarette to my lips

I cannot sleep,
I think I’ve become my grief,
I admit you make me weak
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       Deb Jones, old poet MK, CZ, Safana and Thomas W Case
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