The Dying Already
There was the he
glistening in the eye
shaped in the green of
the downfalling hills ,
was there the he again
like the words
hiding in the already dyings
of damned also ,
were the procrastination there
on loving the he
were in contrast the laments there
aside the stone of the dugged his life
or the somehow soul of his torn
by and by ,
day and my .
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