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Oct 2017
Axis tilt
pendulum plunged
plane upheaved
when wane has won.

Incarnation cleansed
as lovers spill
trajected dreams
of somedays still.

Teetered fulcrum
down to slide
when tomorrows dim
forboding good-bye.

No more whens
just glazed memories
only binds left
connecting you through me.
Sunset Man
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Sunset Man  53/M
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