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For many ways more than one,
       you can count on me

for all the wiser, all the growth,
         I have been bent

thrown into a cascade of a fresh slate
     a wiped wall


     and do not doubt me my friend, I am stronger

Bruise, soft touch, willingly

      It takes months of letting dust settle for the brick wall to appear


     before it slams into your nose.

I could comment something dastardly, to point this at you

   in any way at all

my hand reaches out, it traces a shadow
of someone

     who has hidden

repe-tedly

            do not forget what you have made

do not regret what you have changed

when amongst the olds, I am excited for the news.
       

 Your news, do not believe you are old news.

I still shake. Olds.