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A little more to endure, alone
Awaiting the hour, paid by the rate,Wrestling with time,Dilating the moment,The cars go by and tires dissipateThe rubber.We wait for a monumentThat liberates our father, who’ll berateThe waste of years and days, and to lamentThe broken hearts of stone in hope to sateHunger.Or for worth, perhaps.Fall, cement,And center this world of things: SatiateThe needs of…
Derbeel Q8 