where mds paced back and forth
all thought and subtlety
wearing grooves.
drs on rounds
with pads
no more walls
ceilings gone
weeds caved them
the chitter of locusts
who care less
an aztec
mystery to curl
like a cherry stem
"A man's intelligence is his soil." - WS "A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent" - WB "Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd" -WB "The Sun must bear no name, gold flourisher, but be in the difficulty that it is to be." - WS
test now
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