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Didn’t I know you?
Before.

Ages back?
When we stood together, incarnate?

Didn’t I know you?
Before the pitch pine dried up,
Before the fractious winds presaged doom,
Before the monks in their abbeys wailed in fear,
Before the sky tumbled into oblivion.

Didn’t I know you?
Before.

When I had pockets,
When I was a man?


-LFB, 2010

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  1. PfingstonJanuary 8, 2024 at 6:17 PM

    Pockets.
    They make or break you.
    Seriously, though, lovely.

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  2. BrianJanuary 26, 2024 at 2:44 PM

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  3. BrianJanuary 26, 2024 at 2:49 PM

    Seems I'm running out of pockets too. Seriously, it is lovely.

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