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Companionships

At this point of my

living focus,

I do not choose time

for a companionship

of distractions


of

those of insecurities

those of drinking love

those of possession,

and

those of timorous

need of assurance

'until death do us part'

gazing upon the face

of their fear of age,

infirmity and death.


Begone!


The strong

of mind alone

shall survive in companionship!