you brush up
against a good day,
a day of no
sorrow, or sadness.
it has it's fill
of things gone
wrong, but they
don't bother you as
they once did at
thirty or even
forty. you see
the long shadow
of your life, and
accept the cold
and warmth
with an equal
embrace.
against a good day,
a day of no
sorrow, or sadness.
it has it's fill
of things gone
wrong, but they
don't bother you as
they once did at
thirty or even
forty. you see
the long shadow
of your life, and
accept the cold
and warmth
with an equal
embrace.
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