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Disassembled, I Am
I give you my progeny,
disassembled, therefore,
I am, my am, in memory
of long ago, non-relevant
you the sun, I a passing willow,
at a distance from a dream
I incognito, disassembled,
a shadow on the window pane
with Amador Whiskey over ice
now here comes the rain,
a spirit dressed as a cloud,
weeping a sad song,
but angels never cry
disassembled, therefore,
I am, my am, in memory
of long ago, non-relevant
you the sun, I a passing willow,
at a distance from a dream
I incognito, disassembled,
a shadow on the window pane
with Amador Whiskey over ice
now here comes the rain,
a spirit dressed as a cloud,
weeping a sad song,
but angels never cry
Published 26th Feb 2023
Author's Note
I wrote this when my wife passed away.
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