Personal Letter No 3
nothing will keep us young
you know, not young men
or women who spun their
youth on cool playing sounds
we are what we are what we
never think, we are no more
wild geo graphies of the flesh
echoes, that we move in tune
slower smells, it is hard thing
to admit that sometimes after
midnight I am tried of it all.
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