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Jul 2019
Frailty is your beauty.
Your inbuilt obsolescence
drives me to maintain you,
to hold you,
to protect you from the progress.
It comes in words.
It comes in boxes,
a gift not chosen,
but forced upon you,
as life itself is.

A jack in the box,
a trick can of worms.
You wait until you are opened.
In stasis,
awaiting some momentary joy.
Gone too soon,
a heartbeat not followed by another.

I was not the first to touch you,
I will not be the last to hold you.
Jack
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Jack
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   Mark S and S Olson
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