Sordid in the worry’s keep, We had not yet devised A memory of ours That could falter still, With a […]
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Sordid in the worry’s keep, We had not yet devised A memory of ours That could falter still, With a […]
A soft recline Has climbed the gun To shoot at reminding Alarming, Then resign.
Movement paralyzed, bodiless, without control Sleep has swallowed you whole.
The resemblance is uncanny, A face I’m sure I’ve seen A person I’m sure I’ve been.
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