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Dec 2018
Running within youth’s river
The water cold around my ankles
Laughter loitering in the air
My friends and I
Were fond of infinity
Our swimsuits were scented in it
Endless Days
Endless Nights
Endless Homework
Yet who could see
That youth’s river led to the senile sea
Pauper of Prose
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Pauper of Prose  M/Maryland, America
(M/Maryland, America)   
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   EphemeralLikeGold, --- and L B
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