And while i was thinking of
sepia
you had already burnt it down
putting ash in my drink
forcing me to gulp it down.
I choke here
you swing in another's arm
there.
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
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Brimming with despair, but please explain.
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