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so needy so greedy such a dirty old man
the first scars are the deepest heal slowly over time or not
each one a message carved into the canvas of flesh
a visceral knot fused tight        character remains unbound

less skin more spirit gives with the wind or is broken like a storm-split oak
like the pillars of time the mighty columns of the Sun King’s temple yet un-toppled
the rest – willowy memory – yields carried along for the ride
it slows us down         we sometimes find a way