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Beyond The Grave

I get along with my father now, better than when he was alive The walls have dismantled, the barriers down, a clear vision to inside The excuses we made, a pride that forbade, here buried in the ground As our spirits conjoin to sail on the wind —each other we have found (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

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