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Mar 2022
Why then should I even care
When you fail to meet me there
I never know where you have been
All your lies are wearing thin

If I should fall and hit my head
Fill my thoughts so full of dread
I cannot withstand the heat
Walk on coals and burn my feet

Try to hold the dream in hand
Understand its not what I had planned
Knowing well that I won't win
You see the loss is factored in.
Michael Hancock
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Michael Hancock  62/M/I have been writing poetr
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