9577. KEEP YOUR POWDER IN RESERVE

KEEP YOU POWDER 

IN RESERVE

So silence is the word we want : I've studied

psychological intentions and realize only now

what the man wanted was not what he got.

It's in how we grow  -  a personal make-up.

Being. Glory. Laid low.

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Here, once back a few years, I'll make

recollection of 15 degrees, early morning

dead as cold, cold as dead. The girl, Ophelia,

maybe, (I forget all those stylish names) she 

let me in the locked backdoor of the coffee

shop, just not to see me freeze. I suppose

there were other places I could have gone.

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But it was way too early. I even had my own key

to the bookshop, but I never wished to get there

so early as to become suspicious. All that unknown

space, and all that suspicious race. Instead, so,

I stayed there happy. Hate the sin, love the sinner.

(Or however ways that goes).