let us end as we began
going out through the way we came in
well not entirely
what was fresh and pink
is now stale and gray
we came in as blooming stalks
and go out as withered stems
entirely
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
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