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It's sad to say but the sight of your face reminds me of all the time I have lost. Faces older than they were. Shadows of houses grow - black teeth closing across the road. Long yellow fingers claw between. Golden, all the lines I have crossed without thinking twice. My general, I conscientiously object.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Aging (Waging War on the Past)
It's sad to say but the sight of your face reminds me of all the time I have lost. Faces older than they were. Shadows of houses grow - black teeth closing across the road. Long yellow fingers claw between. Golden, all the lines I have crossed without thinking twice. My general, I conscientiously object.
josh-heaton
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
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