2009, fall.

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I didn’t ask for a photo,
For that moment to remain,
Though, captured, it is an emblem,
Of my rainy mood, and when
I look on the stones, and
Of their green moss wet,
As the rain falls now and yet,
While most see dreadful weather,
I find my heart full, a-tether
To dark times, always
Under dark skies.

© SXT 2023

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Stephen XT

I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.