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Once upon a time There was a story never told A soul that was unknown A man who grew too old Privacy was his game This game he played so well Secrets aren't of shame In retrospect they were sometimes swell Mr Hermet's shell grew too small Enough to make him crabby Too many objects to hold The man looked surly and shaggy Like a grape in the sun you find All the years past weren't too kind The texture soft and wrinkled This man still undefined The tears run like waterfalls Too quick to slow down Same as the time this man has left Not enough to make amends Maybe some to gain respect If not, go ahead let the end commence But all in all he did his best
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Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
The Old Unknown
Once upon a time There was a story never told A soul that was unknown A man who grew too old Privacy was his game This game he played so well Secrets aren't of shame In retrospect they were sometimes swell Mr Hermet's shell grew too small Enough to make him crabby Too many objects to hold The man looked surly and shaggy Like a grape in the sun you find All the years past weren't too kind The texture soft and wrinkled This man still undefined The tears run like waterfalls Too quick to slow down Same as the time this man has left Not enough to make amends Maybe some to gain respect If not, go ahead let the end commence But all in all he did his best
- From Anxiety: A Retrospective
charlie-chirico
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29/M/American
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
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