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Vanished

I tally all my thoughts at bay, disguised within my fevered mind, and to them I regret delay but wary I will fall behind. For I believe these weary thoughts have given me the time to fear, All such madness, craven draughts of one more hour, wasted here. And for the barkeep I may pass a time, a piece, of relished bliss, because my form no longer asks of me, to find that worthiness, that lies behind these broken seems and sulks between my fingertips, eager for abducted dreams of words I know and thoughts I miss.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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