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When I was young I thought the pompous sun trailing the tracks of the moistened clouds mimicked my steps like a smuck; wits through humor’s hose flushed out. But when age and I mated, and juvenIle was conceived, the dusk dawned at me, the indifference of the purpl’d eyes being. It never goes to stool,ContinueContinue reading “Untitled 2”