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Sep 20
Left sleepless adrift
Beneath moon and star
I sit in cataract haze
Mired in candlelit murk
A snifter of port is no port
For this shipwrecked heart
My pen falls from fingers
Onto words unwritten
Michael  Lord
Written by
Michael Lord  74/M/Seattle
(74/M/Seattle)   
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   Urvashi
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