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| Black With Regret No one asks if you’re dying when they see the burden lugged on pale shoulder, trudging forward with dry eyes locked on a burning hill barefoot cooling calming as day bleeds out -- no fight in loosed jaw. Though, I see your approach; pity denied where love would have been accepted. Truth of life flushed out, skin replicated a thousand layers. Your pockets well serve your hands, mine tasked to one simple goal: ascend and lug remnants of this life to the black light. To have been brave to be a friend... if I'm to have one regret. 5.20.21 I shudder to demonstrate that even in death we bargain for something to appease the dark shadows hovering over us. (like one who could be a friend) Unrelated: I discover sometimes those who speak out of both sides of their mouth, like I did yesterday. Just something related but unrelated to the inception of this piece. I feel my punctuation as it related to expression is vastly improved. |
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