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Unable to Thrive

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Unable to Thrive
She sat staring
With half open eyes
They way dogs do
Sometimes in dream
Arthritic wrists distorted
Hands cold
Lips falling backward into
A toothless grin
Rosa breathed her name
With barley the strength
And I watched as
Her soul left her body
Like water from
A spring sidewalk