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Dec 2021
Since I started writing
I can barely read
There are whole days I just lie in bed
Lonely and in need

This meditative thing in me
Thinking all the time
A silence way within
Elsewhere in my mind

Jonas he could see Beyond
Listens to the Giver
My boys and Ry in Louisville
We listen to the River

I can write, but can I do?
Again I lay in bed
Remembering my mistakes
Remembering what she said

                   chesed
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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