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A cowardice fresh
Beside  the newness
of a pain unmet so far
A cowardice fresh
That tempts a cessation 
of breath
And then 
Fingers hesitant linger 
For certain things stop
Like
A loving pet's love lick 
Sometimes
 A flicker of  a twinkle
And then 
A whirr at a distance
And the helpless heart
tries to hold to words goneby
A dead man's " Be Bold"
A memory man's " Just a small fly"
Yet for once
strength stumbles staggers. 

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