Twelfth Night…
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Willy `•.
“In delay there lies no plenty…
Then come kiss me… sweet and twenty…”
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Neil “;-^
“You can’t be twenty on Sugar Mountain…
Though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon…”
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Me `’.,°~
“Over my damp shoulder…
a lying doorway… to rooms that no longer exist…”
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Spend it…
You can’t keep it…
You can’t return to it…
© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 
Aparna –
We will bridge the gap with ink and breath,
Let’s find beauty in what’s left.
Why look back when it resides in heart—
The feeling, the scars, the love and the art.
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Beautiful… you found what was left — and wrote it… love the first and last lines… ink… breath… feeling… scars… love… art… and it’s a funny thing… but I’ve been seeing stuff about “scars” all day… and me and my gf even talked about it earlier… crazy 😁… well done… good stuff… ty’ 😎
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What a coincidence 🫢
Wrote something on the same track…
Wishing a scar-free happy day to both of you 🤗❣️
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I like that thought — thank you for the good energy… wishing you a gentle day as well… 😊
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