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When I Was Alive

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When I Was Alive

Forty-something, worn out, stressed, forgotten, forgot, lamenting a time when he was not

Larry G. Maguire
Sep 22, 2019
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When I Was Alive

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Forty-something, worn out, stressed, forgotten, forgot, lamenting a time when he was not

You may find my poetry in various places on Medium and around the web. However, The Reflectionist is the one place you will find all my work. Many thanks for visiting.

Furrowed brow, vacant stare

Mind focused, yet unaware

Knuckles tig…

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