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a young man / lost and then a voice / do not tire of me for I will bring many things to delight and / astound you // grown now / cynical with age the promise fallen / flat like fresh / paper all the while / a nearby smile steadily / moving closer
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
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a young man / lost and then a voice / do not tire of me for I will bring many things to delight and / astound you // grown now / cynical with age the promise fallen / flat like fresh / paper all the while / a nearby smile steadily / moving closer
samuel-the-poet
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
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