Real and true

Not imaginary says who

Pills dulling the pain

Wine stopped working

Making it rain

Quiet goes she

When there’s three

Tired she warned

Those that listened

Tears that glistened

Like rain and age

Withered away

Along the bay of sands

Stretched and broke

Hip pocket not stoked

The fires and embers that

Once rocked her boat

Quiet she be

She is me


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