LXXVII.

June 23rd, 2021
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LXXVII. Safety

It’s like:
I can’t even move,
I think she hates me.
Want to forget all my troubles,
And my aggravation,
But I can’t work this safety.
Until she’s here again.
My life continues to begin.
©.R.A.

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