a generation separates us
kindred souls
who might have done some real damage
and loved every moment of it
had we come together
the same age back in the fabled time
of sex and drugs that sounds now
like a degenerate's dream of paradise
that birthed the world
we find ourselves in
consequence like afterbirth
and we across from each other
on opposite sides of our time
the binding of us wistful and apart...
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