I woke up at 3am
And wrote a Poem
Like Emily Dickenson
It had dots…
And dashes – of all sizes—
And I mentioned a flower, an Aspidistra,
I only used the word Death once.
I thought so much of it
I gave it the name “one”
And burned it in the Mourning
Like Emily Dickenson
crawlin' from the wreckage 
This a great “found” poem based on our conversation. Love it!
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