''Withering''
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I love decay . . . like buildings, walls, grave stones,
and the withering- of a word... on a page that moans;
so, I pen my sadness that groans,
must, must write- so I will not crumble out of sight . . .
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May 26, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/"Withering"
Copyright Protected, ID 1147029
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Excerpt from my poem "Crumbling"
Submitted to the contest, Arbitrium Divisa
sponsor, Gregory R Barden
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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