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a micro-elegy

  • Writer: J.W. Arthur
    J.W. Arthur
  • Jun 29
  • 1 min read


Aside Myself

by J.W. Arthur




Death's shadow casts.

Outliving those held dear becomes my quiet hell.

Yet, I wait.

With a hope that resides where fear once lived.




Copyright MMXXVI by J.W. Arthur



 
 
 

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