RedBaron1960@Deviant Art
Life for which I have only a inkling
Swallows each day as a malignancy
As a snare pruning adversarial limbs
Each minute I have less of what
I was born with and more of what
I can neither accept nor mollify
I lay my tears out like jellyfish
To deliquesce on the surface
Only a martyr would think
Them beautiful on communion
I do not think I will be spared
So long as the amnesia preserves
My tragedies remain indomitable
And I too oft a weapon in their service
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Back from vacation and off to a rusty start
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