Monday, July 25, 2022

 

The various purlieus and numerous trysting haunts 

loiter upon thy conscience like evaporated smoke off

an October Fall chilly morning, how fondly the memories 

return in clarity, they unfold quickly as they lodge upon

my menacing memory, some muckle with regret, many 

sally with dulcet pleasure; soulful bound to trifling mistakes, 

smothered by injustice, and overmatched by impenitent 

consequence, the overcast, and the scenery is modified in 



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