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11/07/18 at 10:52PM
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Poetry
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The nooks and crannies
of my life,
Are full of fears
for my wife.
Fear of what's coming
on this day.
A fear of watching
her slip away.
A fear of what was,
will never be.
Fear of love lost
with her memory.
A fear that comes
at darkest night,
No matter the hour
or the light.
