Excuse me as I disappear to the cellar
where yesterday's sorrow played out and died
where tears flowed free before they all dried;
nothing's pretty about this place of goodbyes.
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A spring cleaning of the soul! I find you speak from the heart and look forward to reading more of your words. PEACE