fiction
edward w pritchard
smile, it's removed melancholy dancer
swing your partner, look away their gone, tread on fair flatfoot
propinquity as one hand clapping
all you love, you loved alone
a dream in a dream
a whisper into the well of innocent melancholy
maintain your stone henge of sorrow
be sad, it makes you happy
your pyramid endures
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