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Feb 2022
Have I become a vestige of memory?
Are words the only thing keeping me....


I fear death; both literal and metaphorical.

These letters trickle from my veins-
Crimson rain
To let you know
I'm still up there
Pouring my all
Into whatever container
You need filled.

I am not dead.....

Michael Angelo
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