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When tragic looked my way wanting

Desperate, she numbed her lonely fears

Drinking up her fantasy of life re-lived

Her glass well-past already empty

Drained through decades dreaming dead if-onlies

Intoxicants imagined never healed in night’s brief relief

Depression’s spirits brewed their poisons daily with her tears

I look softly vainly now to offer cheer

My neighbours’ tragic wanting turned away.

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