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the evening softly speaks

and I feel just a little more insane

How could I let this happen

what did I hope to gain

mind filled with mire

with passions sorely dimmed

across cold fields of fire

my anger only skimmed

I fight my further falling into

seduction's guide less sin

unheeded spots of conscience

hail to any vagrant whim

I am far beneath all hope

losing only to my belated

admission of weakness

addiction..................

(Nov. 27, 1995)