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call self destruction

hard math for the soul

envy

a tenacious fungus

plaguing the mind

maturity

a medal

placed upon the chest

of the pure hearted

it all is clearly writ

in each sad hang day face

tell tale signs of a purity

of spirit

by far

yet realized

man is so hungry to be

better introduced

to the grace that tempers his soul

life is much too often

so under appreciated

indifference is the culprit

tears heedlessly flow

where before

vague dry burning eyes

only hurt

for the love one can not yet

fully know

that is

until such eyes

arrested you

you now survive on the mere love

of my words

as do I

do you think it not

kills me

a little more each day

to know

just this...............

(Jan. 6, 2000)