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on April 18, 2018

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A rose of red parasols
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Silhouetted words, Syncope in fog lit light. Fall, unquiet mind.-daw

I will step on the moon gliding smoothly toward you. Though distance may part us, the moon still unites us. When once again on the moon, I come home to you. It seems as if time stood still when we parted. And I send you my love on the moon. And I give you my love on the moon. copyright Denise A White 4/2013

Pain

Pain's source, unknown Excruciating, piercing, pain! Why me now, in the darkness; Why me now, in the night's middle? I'll take the bottled medicine, Hoping it will magically work. Prayer, out loud, to an unseen spiritual. Help me, please, I can't do it alone in the dark. I'll do what you tell me, The pain needs putting to a deep sleep. The pain is now just a low furnace burn, Resulting in a sleepy-eyed, pain tolerable me.

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