My life
Of half finished
Poetry
Whine
Wine
Days
Nights
And luscious fantasies
Who is it that you blame?
And who excuse?
Who will make you?
No-one
But yourself
She can't complain, you're right,
She cannot just hide
These things undone
Are life untried
Her life of dreams
Growth
A life
Alive
Love
Freedom
An expansive passionate embrace
No blame
No excuses
You take a step...
Yourself, myself, herself
This is right
I will not hide
Things undone for now
Will soon be next steps tried
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