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Apr 2021
Your sick incarceration
held against a shining will
‘til unmoored you walked

a light you couldn’t see,
that lifted others,
dimmed

each step seeming free
with inexorable gravity
drew to the woods

your last embrace
brought cold release
and all our griefs became
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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