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Lonely days
A final no in the flex of life
Making love without sex in life
I did it dear with you in mind
You made it easy for me to find
Your faults were my faults
My wounds you did salt
Like a snail on trail on the trail to death
So soften the blow
And allow mother nature to go one step further
Allow her to nurture my ego so butchered
A final yes in the life we flex
poem
by
John Shea
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