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The Forgetting (Free verse) by Dovina

He stooped to smell a rose, the same he’d smelled all morning. Inner child not inner any more, he tasted everything new— delicious oblivion. Eternal pasteless now.

Dovina 3-Jan-06/2:54 PM
I cannot claim typoness for pasteless, but must revert to someotherness, which zodiac will explain to you. Actually, your child unpasting his thoughts from the world is a good definition.




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