Remembering, I must die…flicking the green fly off my chest without sharing the shadow’s charade, dancing the macabre into the great void and the sticky wickets of my grave feeding the sod’s beggar of worms among the hedgerows of the hourglass, biding my time, watching the sand flow peeling my flesh, making it schnapps, remembering, I must die.
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Remembering, I Must Die
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Cryptically penned, Adagio. Nicely done my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian