he lost the vigour of his youth and the fair red of his cheeks, he cannot see, just let me breath or cease to be, I'm so fucking sick of living in between, life like a bone was emptied of its marrow inside, and my slender had been calibrated by young and fertile minds,
study the greats, learn the world, tell the truth and confide - I lied.
lost in those mundanes.
in that every-day minutia.
I just gave myself to heartache.
to the ubiquitous confusion.
infamita, my anathema, I tore out that fucking catheter, I'll plunge figures between stitches.
no kitschy backhand pitches.
I know one must make himself ugly.
to expose the ugliness he sees.
torn, I know my innermost torture is yours.
but I've learned, now I've grown, a fool dressed in silk, is a fool just the same.
but is a fool yesterday, no less a fool today?
we can change.
dear friends, we're one and the same, vagrancy brushed off his bloom, in the firsed sap of spring, hear the Indian summer sing.
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