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by ddavidd Feb 1, 2024 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
This fleshy ripen dome of fervor, this bundle of rainbow and nectar would very soon fall from the tree wizened and prosaic. Only plastic fruits remain hanging forever on the branches of their exanimation. No heart beats ever in a clock’s chest therefore, time goes on! Time goes on heart stays.