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the fleeced hour is upon us, a shuddering forth of what we knew, this knowledge hewn into the face of day an appetite forlorn and mourning for nothing new the question lingers and stings like rock salt did we manuever well? and will our lives find a safe harbor without so much giddy atonement cos such things dwell within and breathe and so you are the tantamount, more than monument or park, something inchoate and imbibed a spell derived from angelic alchemy a destination meditatively arrived when feet desire the sea and so there's no country too distant no photograph forgotten and lost there is only the truth here sleeping between the leaves and caught pages for an age getting old to ash back into baby skin there is only the wait here and the ache there and there is finally born you and me
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
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the fleeced hour is upon us, a shuddering forth of what we knew, this knowledge hewn into the face of day an appetite forlorn and mourning for nothing new the question lingers and stings like rock salt did we manuever well? and will our lives find a safe harbor without so much giddy atonement cos such things dwell within and breathe and so you are the tantamount, more than monument or park, something inchoate and imbibed a spell derived from angelic alchemy a destination meditatively arrived when feet desire the sea and so there's no country too distant no photograph forgotten and lost there is only the truth here sleeping between the leaves and caught pages for an age getting old to ash back into baby skin there is only the wait here and the ache there and there is finally born you and me
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IanCarpenter
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
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