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Sep 2014
In your shadow
form is transfigured.

In the coming months
I will only sip wine
from the same cup that
cradled my barren bones.

I will not write
until I have something
left to say.
Yes, I know. Q,X,S,M,J

Titled by Leonard Cohen
Jory
Written by
Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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