Day: Feb 3, 2012

Like it was our Last [poem]

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Time goes by so quickly voices say at 30
something years of age without a trace of
irony — their smooth taut faces creased
with temporary deathless shiny depilated
still so far undessicated flesh. Selfful image
grossly moonly fabricated while infatuated
quasi-animated still unwaiting for the end

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