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Sep 2023
I offered impossible puzzles.
  Trapped love in web of strings.
  We made seeds, sweat, nuzzles,
  a world of fantasy smoke rings.

  We always danced in the darkness
  together yet each was still alone.
  Lifetime later I finally confess
  my selfish heart is made of stone.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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