Monday, April 6, 2015

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Smoking papers of a life now lived
38 years now rests in a crib
of stone in a cage, breathless inside
Nothing to feel, nothing disguised.
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Kelly Kurt 06 April 2015

So true, Sarah. You expressed it wonderfully in your poem. Thanks for sharing

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