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shiny grey patch

after dark you finally tell me your truth

doped words dribble down your chin

flowing along wrinkled pathways

collecting in the watershed of your face

all truth pools in the right corner of your beard

and now you have a shiny grey patch

strands of ash frozen in the fire of your face

the drunken duke's sparkling silk sachet

i pine for the day you grey all over

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