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    it’s like the sand of life leaks
    out from a hole in the sack
    scattered then stomped
    into the surface

    but nothing gets lighter
    the gravity of absence
    crushes out the colors and
    somehow grey weighs more

    the shadows know things
    they are not telling
    now I see through a glass
    darkly yes darkly

    it’s like death has an echo
    that bounces off shadows
    reverberates in emptiness
    and makes love hurt

    it’s like that

    Peace,
    Milton

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    1. Milton, are you all right? I worry about your talk of darkness. Are you and Ginger both in a downward spiral now? You’re in my prayers–reach out for help if you need it!

      Bob Farlee

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