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its a quiet pain that invites you |
| hush I sit here starting into lucid factualities Not trying to undermine the arrays Of forgotten sanity take grasp of my stature With the now hurling ravings, my heart Is troubled by life in preservation Lines written set in yesterdays Loiterings bared in graying twilights Of those words hushed in solitude, in agony I remember, to remember ever of time Time that couldn’t stand and stare Long so gone of songs and throngings Its choices made without consultations All that beaded in intangible celebration. |