Willa T. Olivier

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Lost Identity
In this spiritual blindness
I hope and seek in vain
for words of lovingkindness
to ease the dreary pain.
Need Of A Depressive
My need is not for things of touch.
Not bread, nor sleep, nor wine,
For these are with me ever much -
I sleep, I sup, I dine.


Willa T Olivier 18 March 2005
I recognize the existential condition
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