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Memories of the walks, enjoying hot dogs and sugared lemonade in the parks Now a closet, an empty one, an empty house and heart lives on, Shattered memories of circus fairs and tram cards played - Lest the joy of salty tears slip of my face and onto the black, cemented ground. ‘oh, how dark tis the air I breath, heavy, a smothered breath it is. The remains of those past, not yet investing in the calling of his that, and that his. Leave me, until a later date, another time when dusk and dawn shall meet. ‘Till the sun ripens, arises emerald green, with a smile upon its face and five lines beside it, encircling it ‘Till death does part of me this body, that I may also - leave this earth. ‘Till the ground paints itself with gold, with biblical prophecies embroidered in that ground.   This journey, once named life now carved, engraved in stone abiding fates decisions - as if thou life consists merely of one's destiny. As if life, my life tis thought of, precisely. Possibly, just perhaps, maybe it is.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
Preface
Memories of the walks, enjoying hot dogs and sugared lemonade in the parks Now a closet, an empty one, an empty house and heart lives on, Shattered memories of circus fairs and tram cards played - Lest the joy of salty tears slip of my face and onto the black, cemented ground. ‘oh, how dark tis the air I breath, heavy, a smothered breath it is. The remains of those past, not yet investing in the calling of his that, and that his. Leave me, until a later date, another time when dusk and dawn shall meet. ‘Till the sun ripens, arises emerald green, with a smile upon its face and five lines beside it, encircling it ‘Till death does part of me this body, that I may also - leave this earth. ‘Till the ground paints itself with gold, with biblical prophecies embroidered in that ground.   This journey, once named life now carved, engraved in stone abiding fates decisions - as if thou life consists merely of one's destiny. As if life, my life tis thought of, precisely. Possibly, just perhaps, maybe it is.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
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