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Mar 2015
I wed your double mortality,
death of life
death of thought.
I wed this disintegrating world.
death of day
death of night.
I wed my dreams, however painful or pleasing.
I wed the fog dragging in
over these blurring recollections of time
and the days of tenderness
before the fire.
I wed this comfort
in cruelty and comely
and all we deserve which is
everything and nothing.
Connor
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Connor  27/M/Montreal
(27/M/Montreal)   
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   Haydn Swan
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