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SO MANY FACES.
So many faces in the mirror
So many strangers in view
Long forgotten projects
Traveled in foreign lands.
Half forgotten affairs of heart
Women who will never know
Some subtlety to comprehend
Immensity of tenderness
Sufficed in by anguished tears.
High afternoons of boredom
Shadowy depressions in dreams
Elucidation into some high art
Negligence to life in repute
All undertaken in dark moorings
Under the cold liquid muddy sun.
Pale stricken dead leaves
Broken words & deaden smiles
Crumbling letters when salvaged
Even became somewhat futile.
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