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slowly, it had to last
slowly, it had to last
slowly, it had to last.
the musky scent behind the ear;
an oily tipped nose;
eyes shielded from the sun;
a taste on both sides of the tongue.
he has no family now.
he wandered off —
two parts to the road
made him whole
when the end was near.
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Written for:
Poetics: Borg de Nobel
Photo credit: Borg de Nobel used with permission