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one two three


old habits die hard.
a moment of suspended animation
all clear and blue.
grains of sand.
peals of laughter
dying away.
singing their lonely song.

i see a distant vision
one two three.
and years of love.
one weak moment
and years of pain.
three -to-one.
three.two.ONE.
fragmented mind, body and soul.
a crash a fall a howl and me
measure for measure
tale for tale.
One two three again!
years and years of gain.
darkness or white.
i know not.

swallow and chew and taste and bite.
a lingering shadow
sweetness and haste.
and more of them to follow...

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