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Death

NUMBNESS
I could not do it, not once I was told
But, I did it; just to be foolishly bold
Took my keys, then opened the door
Didn't even want to step on the floor
I felt the stillness; it made me numb
Closed the door; to the dust to come
Indiana Shaw . . . "Death" . . .

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Date: 4/17/2022 11:26:00 PM
I relate to your words most profoundly Indiana. Brilliantly conveyed with penetrating poignancy! Blessings xxoo
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