Dorothy On Her Deathbed
A death just imposed by the invisible cullers
myself catching tracing graduations the colours
the artist in me myself instinctively tracing
work a share miseries to inspiration making
graduations of deaths colours on her lovely face
lost my anchor heart lost no longer in her embrace
a rationale left with me just slashing poor word strokes
lovely Dorothy gently softly escapes her yokes
by submission
I must hold her for one last embrace
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