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Lost Wisdom

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Reoccurring theme in my life, that I lose strength, imagined faith

The flowers I brought smelled lovely, I crept them into the dark chapel

His sister remembered my name, he talked about me, she was comforted

There in the front row, my nerves were shot but the vintage black dress camouflaged

Closing my eyes during Amazing Grace, I chuckled, my deceased friend wanted grace.

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Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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