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To begin a few lines about my muse
As you come to see a man close and beside
Painful words shared with you, and confused
Cursed to see strong and eidetic, crucified
Watching the seasons fall and grow
Thought of the reasons which you never show
Cursed and blessed, like the foot of a rabbit
The mind
Wondering and wandering through terrains of copper and gold mines
Autumn leaves of memories that he made you rush through out of habit
Clock strikes, as does jest,
Soft, firm,
As time suggests,
Out of sight,
Out of mind
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