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Selflessness (Formatted by Cherie Sumner)

Selflessness  (Formatted by Cherie Sumner)

      As I live, she dies
           Therefore,
         I'd be content
    to wake each morning
  with death at my bedside,
           whispering-
          "be crushed"

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Bill Sands
 

Short, but very inspirational towards a death, love it, my applause, my vote

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Jai Masters

this is freestyle free thinker Bill; 

a short eloquent piece that is 

effective and interesting to digest. 

Well done. Best wishes Jai :)

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Tony Taylor

Hey Bill Sands!!..........succinctly lovely............compelling my friend...........I yearned to see different formatting on this..........but regardless.............well done............and ........Welcome to COSMO!!............smiles.............T xo

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nobody in particular

Thank you Tony...

I'm not too experienced. What kind of formatting would have made this better?

Respectfully,

Bill

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Valerie Lynn

I just read a couple of your poems and absolutely love the way you write. Very unique and powerful! 5*s

Val ♥️

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nobody in particular

Thank you, Val. What an encouraging outlet I'm finding this place to be. Supportive, but not without honesty. 

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