The mind will deceive.
It will read the exub-
erant writings of youth
as if still steeped neck-deep
in the turmoil of lust,
while the still-breathing dust
of its mortal remains
casts its gaze through the tears
from the distance of years
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 1:24 PM UTC
The mind will deceive.
It will read the exub-
erant writings of youth
as if still steeped neck-deep
in the turmoil of lust,
while the still-breathing dust
of its mortal remains
casts its gaze through the tears
from the distance of years
As an 88 year -old friend said, "I've been 18 now for 70 years."
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