
I am growing old as each day groans
Shown the bone breaks aches and thieves
Steals youthful time when I was lost
Stacks weight against pace and packs pressure on my calfs
Cries as my eyes blister in lights
Sweats as I get visions of murder at night
Claims veins obligatory
Flames, stains, history, the calling
The namesake the game the stake
The river and the drowning
The giver and the brown
The arm peels
The neck is struck
The mean green is seen and shown
As harmless flower from springs sour rain
The pain



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