There is nothing I would imbibe to dull this edge,
but memories of you which I may use, spurning future potentialities.
You help me project myself into the future.
I lay-line.
Silly, sad boys abound, but I see depths in your aged eyes.
Your crows well-footed and begging,
leaving their foot tracks below your lower lids.
They are just as fine when you smile as when you frown.
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My orbitals are packing their bags, darkening in their recessing distress. K is the crown of the crone
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