Once he lost it
Once he truly lost it
He softened the blow
With a jar of tissues
Strung around his
Useless fingers
Twice he lost it
Twice he truly lost it
He fostered the Beards
With a sack of hate
Strung around his
Lonesome fingers
Thrice he found it
Thrice he truly found it
He gleaned the flash
Strung around his
Nimble fingers
But he didn’t know it
And he didn’t try
He lost himself
For the last time
In a field of wheat
He’d seen
many times before
In a life
he'll never know
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