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"moist daydreams"






Love lingers as does the morning dew,
to all the women I truly loved-- all too few.

You keep asking why I do what I do.
If anyone could understand I would tell only you.

Attitudes perceived by an elected new,
men of reason and enlightenment are so very few.

I purpose to be one these; intellects used
by themselves to please

You and the masses,in social classes
And I remain immured in poetry, gin dreaming

empty glasses reach to the top--
maybe you will keep trying, but I have stopped.




  Jason Rock Becker

death reaches us all

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