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Bearded Gray

Watch out carefully for those you see around you, and keep it there,

to feel as though the ones who look and see are generally not looking

or seeing, but rather, that is their blank look. The ones that seem to

be looking away, keeping down their glances, always tucking

that chin softly down, and looking at the table, they are not the ones

you should be worried about either.

 

For they are looking their ways from the aspect that no one sees their look,

no one sees them. If you are being careful, watching the people around, looking

at their faces, and eyes, and seeing them be there, together with you.

 

Then, and only then, will you notice the bearded man; the gray beard

with the gray, half haired head, the balding man, that seems not to pay attention,

who seems to be outside the circle, without looking around himself

caught up in his own distractions, feeling the inside of his mind.

 

His age spots bring forth knowledge and intellect, that grabs one

and makes them completely whole within, then that is the one,

that is the person, the feeling, the driven one, you must watch out for

because, before you know it, he'll have you, in his mind.

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ralph-e-peck
60 / M / American
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Dec 12, 2011
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