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A YEAR OR SO..TWO AND HALF DEATHS IN A ROW..

A year or so to that flow
Two and half deaths in a row
That crushing, blow after blow
Life, you tried all, stooped so low
Yet I am there, never to bow

What I knew, 
Was never unknown
What life forgot, 
Was never to be known
What had been sown, 
Was never to be shown
Yet I am there, 
As I had known

A fistful of this, 
A Soulful of that
Words when they flew, 
They did know
Journey to the lost shore, 
A known urge to know more
Once to the shore, 
They push the door
A shapeless thought, 
Comes to the fore
Words call my Soul, 
Lost to the More
Lost somewhere, but, 
I was only there
Eyes in the hollow, 
Tears just to swallow
The thought identify, 
Realizes and follow
Words sate thirst, 
Get to the Soul
Unstoppable,
Tears get the brush, 
Palms make a rush,
To recollect that, 
Moment of rebirth

I am still there, 
Becomes known again

Hands full of copious flow
Holding the so known, own
Face of my Soul in the glow
The thought full of rebirth
A conscious full of worth

A year or so to that flow
Two and half deaths in a row
Yes, words, they now flow
Thoughts, they now grow
And, I am here, again, never to bow
Nothing now remains unknown
But, something seems yet to be known

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