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penny for the old guy.

Stamped: 27.4.09

I can bear the innate sadness
of all.
In the most frigid depths of night,
when most men are afraid to
plumb
the emotional recesses they've eroded,
you stand.
A veritable messiah, yet cynical
and forthright.

I know you.
I know the melancholy, and I feel
the candorous laughter welling
up up up
within my heart or yours.

Let's call Mistah Kurtz--(he dead)
to find the horror,
the horror! of your innate and sad laughter.

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