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Body
It will not wait,
for even small surcease
of all the taxes and the tolls
that arrowed time
demands my flesh to pay.
And with each passing day.
I see within my mirrorings
and hard against my will,
against my exorcising efforts
to stand things still,
there’s less of any body wealth
that once was mine.
for even small surcease
of all the taxes and the tolls
that arrowed time
demands my flesh to pay.
And with each passing day.
I see within my mirrorings
and hard against my will,
against my exorcising efforts
to stand things still,
there’s less of any body wealth
that once was mine.
Published 16th Mar 2024
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