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(How could it happen to be ?
how can it have happened ? ?
So many months & she still is wholly gone
many months still gone
many still gone
wholly.
Can't make this life'thing feel substantial in any way
Near everything loved is taking it's leave taking it's leave
When are the final indignities to be dispersed? I sure as fuck
don't want to miss that at all.
many unloved loves led to far ending (yet close at hand) ends.
So now, no leftovers . Daughter is dead is dead is dead.
My heart unhealable. Love unloveable. Future undoable.
Still
she
stays
gone.
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Published 3rd Nov 2019
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3rd Nov 2019 5:22pm
So it's time for another course of action - pick that bad boy up and blow the dust out of him!
3rd Nov 2019 8:10pm
Hey. Looky here girl.
Heart failure has my wind ill dispersed. Never know when i'm gonna run out of breath. There's a necessary coordination betwwen breath & fingers &lips. One gets outta whack & the whole thang falls apart. Endurance gets fucked up just having keep a hold on the durn thing. All of this was 2nd nature not too long ago for a long time.They aint made of paper, know. It's painful now, & the pain just blottos yr "intonation" sound soooooooo bad. AND grief over Leah just slaughtered my MUSE. It's amazing how "this thing" fucks with EVERYTHING you thought you ever knew about anything & everything. I may have a better chance if i focus on flute. And now i'm a criminal too. a criminal without access to the get-away car. Imagine what a fucking FOOL i feel like.......at 67 yrs old no less.
Dear'o'dear. Bless you for doin the book for me, just i time to mitigate SOME of antidote to my assholism.
Bless you Bless you Bless you
Heart failure has my wind ill dispersed. Never know when i'm gonna run out of breath. There's a necessary coordination betwwen breath & fingers &lips. One gets outta whack & the whole thang falls apart. Endurance gets fucked up just having keep a hold on the durn thing. All of this was 2nd nature not too long ago for a long time.They aint made of paper, know. It's painful now, & the pain just blottos yr "intonation" sound soooooooo bad. AND grief over Leah just slaughtered my MUSE. It's amazing how "this thing" fucks with EVERYTHING you thought you ever knew about anything & everything. I may have a better chance if i focus on flute. And now i'm a criminal too. a criminal without access to the get-away car. Imagine what a fucking FOOL i feel like.......at 67 yrs old no less.
Dear'o'dear. Bless you for doin the book for me, just i time to mitigate SOME of antidote to my assholism.
Bless you Bless you Bless you
3rd Nov 2019 11:35pm
4th Nov 2019 4:32am
