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Aug 2022
Blood from a barely beating heart
drips down the neck to the fingers
in the dirt back to the finite start
dying sees life while it lingers
behind blind eyes as a spirit soars.
The living water graves with tears
not knowing God's sacred open doors
when their time is due in the years.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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