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A taste of the future has come to my lips, Sickly, but then, I asked for it The droplets forsook me and went to my eyes But nobody living has taken the sips Like I have drunk deep of the pit And the water was refreshing, to my surprise I fortold the blessing, like a hand to the brow I carried the scars, like lines on my face, But ones that aged me more quickly I heaved at the thought of the then and the now My make up was dark, but light at the place Where I applied it more thickly So tell me the truth, all those from beyond Explain the shadows under your eyes I don't understand how you sink to your knees A cowl of cold on me has been donned It never could bring me to rise For me and for life, we do as we please.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Jaunty Cold Capped Man
A taste of the future has come to my lips, Sickly, but then, I asked for it The droplets forsook me and went to my eyes But nobody living has taken the sips Like I have drunk deep of the pit And the water was refreshing, to my surprise I fortold the blessing, like a hand to the brow I carried the scars, like lines on my face, But ones that aged me more quickly I heaved at the thought of the then and the now My make up was dark, but light at the place Where I applied it more thickly So tell me the truth, all those from beyond Explain the shadows under your eyes I don't understand how you sink to your knees A cowl of cold on me has been donned It never could bring me to rise For me and for life, we do as we please.
A little poem on life and its processes.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
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