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Makings of a manSunday, 27 March 2016. At times the poems stop. Speech can't be found. Death comes, looking for. Peace when the heaviness. Descends from a cloud. Makes struggle seem messy. And hope feel irrelevant. Bow under now's message. The heavens have endowed blessing. Feels like we're just getting by. We coulda stopped stepping. But the only thing that kept us was. Grace from the lounge steady. Have asked for us, everything. We have still is heaven sent. Death has taken kin,. And emotions are negative but,. True, ...
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