hayden mccain

A man

tensely

tied to a

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My somber

sleepless eyes

grimly grows

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A faded

carefree fancy

faintly flickering

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Several

forever fading

fragments of

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This withering wine glass

of a world

is filled with many things

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A subtly

silent seed

blatantly

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We lift our

errant eyes

waking up

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I lonesomely lay

amongst the

mournful mounds

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Time is only

a continuous

mocking mirror

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Several

soft spoken

strokes grazing against

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