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Gord

2021-07-02 12:41 pm
Stay? but why here,
Even statements to fear,
So take my leave.

Same ideals,
Replaced by grief,
Pale, like me
Frail, like me,
Failing, like me,
A hasty viking,
Eyes stained like tea.

What becomes of me,
Broadcast of the screen,
Shopping once a week?
A simple machine:
Dirty,
Dirt in its seams,
Dirt in its dreams,
First on the beach,
Understanding the piece.

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