IRON Your wrinkles all you want, there’s no
BASIS for believing you’ll escape death, no
WAIVER for the fate that makes our life a
VAPOR, a mist that burns away as the sun rises.
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ludic verbosity for the win
IRON Your wrinkles all you want, there’s no
BASIS for believing you’ll escape death, no
WAIVER for the fate that makes our life a
VAPOR, a mist that burns away as the sun rises.
See more at Notes by Steven.