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Another Day...
Drenched in thoughts,
Of romance and malice,
Wrought in all shapes,
From destruction to balance.
Each figure holds a place,
And I wish to be inside,
The chance exits short of face,
And even less of pride.
The nightmare ensues,
In fantasy we remain,
Each image held be true,
And stray from the mundane.
The naked truth be told,
Our splendid sleep was false,
What shined was far from gold,
And barely had a pulse.
So kiss me soft beneath the trees,
The daylight is getting old,
I cannot imagine one more night,
Beside these dying coals.
