The price of flesh, adjusted by the day
The bones of want and their market value
I know the cost to turn the horse to glue-
but as to love, I really couldn’t say.
The Best Days of My Youth
Youth is not kind. It’s a kind of lying:
In tigers, time blurs—an opiate,
in lions, becomes a lying in wait,
but in bears—caves in—and hibernates.
In tigers, time blurs—an opiate,
in lions, becomes a lying in wait,
but in bears—caves in—and hibernates.
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