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                                         bitter warm morning
                                             by Will Dockery

         It is becoming clear,
         answers from the past,
         when I wasn't looking,
         when I thought this was real.

         So tired of being known,
         twisted, torn, held up for ridicule,
         also forgotten.
         Hard to forget,
         when I had faith in your heart,
         when I never really lost hope.

         The breeze blows,
         through this bitter warm morning,
         the sun makes shadows,
         dark in the heat.

         There will never be an answer,
         I see I'll never know.
         I hear your voice,
         dreamed of your new address.

         I'm going down,
         sinking deeper through darkness,
         on this hot september morning.
         Down, down,
         desperately twitching inside,
         but it's only fading embers.


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bitter warm morning is copyright 1998 by Will Dockery