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Memory of the Aged
Memory of the Aged
Blurring mist creating a transcendent skull,
Gradually dissipating into thin air by glimmer of the sun,
Aged plucked toothed corn-row
Of horny gum smile, broadening,
Grim lips fall flat,
To blab like ignorant spoil infants,
Greetings dug up and hung in the shoulder of space,
Ensnared walking sticks tucked near ancient monument
armchairs,
While ghosts apparitions lounge in breezy atmosphere.
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