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The worth of these remembrances
brings this world to a close
immaculate and cold within
breasted by time
all corrupt about and forced
amidst an all consuming vagrancy
this world you love and loathe
to call your home
It is not all that has been denied
by the cast of crafted intention
your concubine of wisdom
as you are encumbered by these thoughts
of those forgotten ghosts
when once I had been a renegade
and now have become this man
bartered with intention
and candid with the touch
of simple words