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Oct 2022
In my moment of desolation
My brother was reft from me
I longed for his presence
But his name eluded my tongue
Appear with your warm hand on my naked shoulder
& lift me into yellow-green Elysian Fields
Where I may tarry on that expanse bed—
Lay flat a nest of wheat & gaze beatific
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Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
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