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A week in the future

I was asked to write a poem as a conversation with myself 1 week in the future

REVISED -A conversation with myself one week in the future. But, hark, what is that clay upon your shoe? It is the clay of the graveyard where my love has ventured. Which loved one? Tell me While I tremble with fear that my life is possibly ending? It is...