#9 Magic – senile
He coughed his spirits beyond
recognition as we portioned his hunger,
corrected his vision with lenses from
distant cities. He still could not see
what everybody saw, he witnessed
magic.
recognition as we portioned his hunger,
corrected his vision with lenses from
distant cities. He still could not see
what everybody saw, he witnessed
magic.
The shallow of the summer months,
he bled his fingers greenish with anesthesia,
we believed in his malady. He laughed at
us and disappeared into the slippery
sheets of comfort at least twice every sun
till we started believing in what he saw.
he bled his fingers greenish with anesthesia,
we believed in his malady. He laughed at
us and disappeared into the slippery
sheets of comfort at least twice every sun
till we started believing in what he saw.
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