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One day we won't have this skin.
Our bright eyes may even sink.
Without Summer days,
or our cheap wine for veins.

Though we had coming things,
though we had dreams,

we couldn't know.

The past only a day ago,
then two years to four.
Eight seemed a ways,
now,
A decades erased.

Time seems the *****,
too steep to be paved.
5/07/18
Lambert Mark Mj Apr 2015
Step by step I take on damper paths
Compelling and slippery
In tact is with the dread and misery.

— The End —