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Writer's pictureJames Roller

Remembrance

Seeds,

Minds opened,

And kindred souls,

Engendered spirits,


Thoughts

Are villains

On somber nights

And lonely moments.


Days,

Like windy,

Whisking behind

In whiskey stupor,


Tufts,

All woolen,

Liken the mind's

Likeness in bottles.


Dreams,

Crushed by death,

Yours suddenly,

And I'm missing you.


c. Nov 1992



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