his words askew with grief
he only met her once again and grieved then as hard as a stoning
he was in pain and she could see it written on the architecture of his face like graffiti
you are only young once old soul
she cut him to the quick
yet had seen him in both extremes of life
ecstasy and its reverse
he went to his grave thirsting for that knowledge as a widower resembles a skeleton dessicated like bone in a deadly drought disintegrates
it drove him mad
he grieved for every decade to come but they were limited in prospect as the fingers of a mans hands are few …
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