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the bittersweet that grows and starts
clandestine tendrils at my heart
pulling as my grasp decays
on withered vines by
lonely caves

yet I reach for
fetid fruits while
rats in my gaze and guile
chuckle with their
rodent smiles

still wondering how
we chose to be
this victim of insanity
where sand is quick
who struggles most

surely to please
their willing host

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Date: 5/26/2019 3:45:00 AM
Great stuff. Thank you, Kai
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Date: 5/15/2019 11:38:00 PM
I am kicking myself for not thinking of these lines myself; especially this one which is my favorite: "while rats in my gaze and guile chuckle with their rodent smiles" I LOVE THIS!
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craig cornish
Date: 5/16/2019 11:05:00 AM
Very kind words from a talented poet
Date: 5/8/2019 3:48:00 PM
wither slowly we will, craig, but there is that big space where the aces are still to be tossed away... incredible; catch the stars!...huggs
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Date: 5/6/2019 9:08:00 AM
a tangible descent into madness, xomo
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Date: 5/5/2019 1:26:00 PM
You have captured the essence of growing old, I think. At least I can read it that way and fav it!
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craig cornish
Date: 5/5/2019 1:59:00 PM
Thanks Dear SW--very perceptive--a fellow retired scribe perhaps?