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April 11, 2022bones, conversations, Death, Divorce, Endings, guilt, Haiku, melancholy, Poetry, possibility, Questions, Relationshipsbarbaraturneywielandpoetess

if I wait til death

do us part, will wind through bones

speak our final ills

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