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Gazing a man, well suited for winter trials, a different fashion
A special readiness & fitness for the assignment ahead.
Why do I take things so lightly?
Asked a blue cold lip..
Who is going to lay a comforting hand over my dying shoulder?
Fitz Hugh Ludlow passed by my magazines’ rack..
Hasn’t he noticed my needy stature?
My hunger for a real gentleman..
He feels no pity, for my beauty, fading as I shed a loneliness coat
and put on a hat, just to forget the sun that shines tomorrow when I might have lost my sight off these leather boots, knocking fingers and opening chests, I have refused for the sake of my agony cake, the ingredient, I wasn't able to remove and chew the warmth of his curiosity to breathe in breathe out my mute words, I have forgotten to record to the next man in the mirror.. whom are we going to believe?
Those who lament..
and send a single rose next springtime,
when my wrinkles began counting tears,
just before the wind disagreed.
Why do I grieve a dismissal?
