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Jul 2022
I will try to tell you about a real me.
I'm not sure I know that version I see.
I love and hate. I always have a bottle and pen
in my hands. The days get shorter and nights
go on forever. I sleep getting used to death's
black infinity. Memories betray my surrender.
Black and white dreams replay my silent movies.
I wake to life's burdens another day. Until I don't.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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