Lynette Hazel Biography

Always thinking that there'd be time.
We'd surely have enough tomorrows promised.

The grave is now so cold, final, unforgiving.
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Wine-dark my mood
Yearning to savour your hand in the small of my back
Listening with more than eyes
Drinking in your rationed presence
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1986 -
house burns
love turns
from childish expectations
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The weight of the 8
soon falling into 80
tomorrow will never come
forever is today
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My pen stutters
as I gr-
ope(n) towards
words and
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