I once said that I could not be privy to the lonely
Flower that crawls up the walls of decay-
Remembrance is a forsaken Poet that dusts reason
From the rhyme. I have forsaken the lonely flower
And he has forsakened me
We have yet given up dust to dust
Why? I don't know of virtue, whatever will
Be impressed upon me. I eat the wall of decay-
Just like a corpse that swallows the rim of doubt.
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