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I remember when I was young.
I remember the sad strangeness that could not forge
The words wretched wonder would wrench
The memory is stainless, sturdy, simple, a symbol
Beholden that it is now buried
but I needed that melancholy
And the knowledge I knew, or thought I knew
Fleshy words without force
Buried in a cemetery in ceremony
The dirt ...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:18 am
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