Half Life 27th March 2018
The flux of youth
decayed to passion spent,
free-radicals eat
at placid life's content.
"All this," whispers
time, "see how soon gone.
From fevered Spring
forgetful Autumn's born."
The flux of youth
decayed to passion spent,
free-radicals eat
at placid life's content.
"All this," whispers
time, "see how soon gone.
From fevered Spring
forgetful Autumn's born."
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