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Oct 2023
There will never be Enough
Time to write
The Words
I had years to find

The calendar cycles onwards
Peddling its path
The birthdays, the milestones
Not for you

No more
Windswept winters
Sweating summers
Seasons stopped

I have now seen more years
Than you had
My brother, I wish
You could have had Enough
Cormac
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Cormac  50/M/France
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