With this sheet in it's hue of orange,
Only tardiness, in the folds of unfolding life
To make me ponder if today should have been
I forgot what dusk was, when I drowned
Over and over, into an icy sea of sunset amber
Only foolhardiness, was what I reflected
To make me remember I shouldn't be drunk
I remember this gentle whiff of my lover
With her auburn hair, and her almost loving
Only worldliness, is what I have now lost
To make me see the senility of passing time
So my brightest star, floating in the blue bazzar
Spare me your attempts, to awaken my will
Only surliness, is what my heart feels like her's
To make my existence a condescending rhyme
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