The Lark
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The Lark

Junior 76

An elegy

Image by JamesRonin from Pixabay

Uncle Junior, I thought I knew you
a reserved man,
who kept his emotions
interlocked to not
appear vulnerable,
the most Herculean displayed vulnerability
made them feel powerful




The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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