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I Dreamt of a Death I Cannot Shake

I held onto your hand… much too tight, to dole out any comfort, for it was out of obligation, my efforts were fed... In the end, I don't think it made any difference, and I had spent so long, dead, in my own indifference, I didn't notice, or try to pretend.

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Date: 6/4/2024 11:36:00 PM
You have no idea how this resonated for me at the moment, loved this poem.
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Arthur Vaso
Date: 6/5/2024 11:44:00 PM
Very kind words, thank you!
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Kate Davies
Date: 6/5/2024 11:53:00 AM
I wish I could say I'm glad you liked but given the subject...I just hope you're ok and if you want to talk message me x

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