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Day 3

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Of an awful week

When everything still hurts

And crying underneath the skin

Wants out

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Being ganged up against

As electrons, anyway

What they’d say for real

We’ll never know

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Time for change

But how a change

When nearly everything

Is frozen

Like Merlin

Like Ophelia

What kind of life might

Come after

Shouldn’t be a mystery

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C L Couch

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ice on the fountain in my yard

Photo by erin mckenna on Unsplash

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