The life of an extravagant man drapes across my shoulders. I wear polyester rags that were once an embarrassment of riches. The knees of my trousers and toes of my socks are threadbare with holes.
I long for a time again where I can once again write wealthier words. Where every dusk, and every dawn, held a droplet of visited divinity.
9:57 p.m. - 2015-04-29
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