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The Last Sting

Deep beyond my knowing, a submerged fear leers.

Fine wine, good times, brusquely brushed aside.

I cannot summon, nor know when it will arrive.

Without warning, without words, stalking

Out of sight, prime at night, it is not new.

It made its debut when years were few.

Different guise under other skies

Nameless then, nameless now

The fear is so near,

Poised to sting

One last

Fling.





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galbraith.susan
galbraith.susan
2021年10月13日

Living in the moment is the only way to go. This is excellent and I love the way you presented it.

いいね!

Awesome use of language and amazing "geometry" of the printed word😘. You're quite a talent, Glen!

いいね!
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