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Feb 2020
Notice Time's plenum.
It's nothing too irregular
too distracting nor overt:
just the day's long-memory
of happening once while alive
tincture's
its heralding stanchion
securely fixed into a mind's
lane.
Written by
Larry
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         ---, ---, Melancholy of Innocence, --- and Edward
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