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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
| From the Wayback Machine, revised yesterday: The Somber C(age) bathroom mirror just the right light for my reflection hands pull elastic skin taught just so remove the hard lines — too many years of laughter harsh sun dehydrating gin bitter caffeine have made — and still envision how beautiful I once looked Hello me! before time snaps back. Don't care how I look. I care how you care. With eyes, you feel — see with your heart. I scrunch my face, age for you — gray hair pallid skin liver spots blend in sag my breast a less nimble walk — but a cock that still crows songs from his soul fire blue eyes, kiln of a red organ. pride hammers hard beats strong cannot be denied… I’m younger now with you who stirs this somber cage. July 14, 2017 at 10:09pm #915411 Might revise. Just came to me. What about... before time snaps back. ...to end first stanza? Hmm, drama much? I elucidate, disappear, return to edit, then vanish to come back more and wonder...what was that? I will never understand this process. Putting myself out there... ———————————————————— Did edit, 9.26.25 39 lines now Citizen Journalist “for the people.”   T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ |
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