Again! And here I am.
Artificial stride towards, well
my dad says: "dread into dread into sorrow"
he's funny, living with my death and others
but here I am! Again!
Each year a tweak of the last,
series of slight variations leading to,
for me, this home, hungover (again)
"living with my death and others"
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