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Like phlegm at the back of your throat. |
| GRAVITY RISING In gravities hollow hourglass flow the finest New Year grains will go. Hope hangs on horizons best like the solemn gaze that faces west. Dreams of laughter frigid go. A colder fall than winter snow. Family of friends return to dust in spite of prayers all things must. So much can be for all who see Through patterns of adversity Fixated though on gambits pawn May steal away the coming dawn. |