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charles
Poems
Apr 2022
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i reappear from my illness,
with small hope and no home,
just four walls and a bed of my own,
motherless, with an inch left of soul.
my eyes are recovering gray,
miles away from the dark,
where i stood almost all of my life,
only time could replace this heart.
i am grateful for the days i can count,
forgive me for the ones that i can't,
but still, if you stood next to me,
i would still reach for your hand.
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