The wonderment of words that dance upon def ears,
Flames of my heart once so bright now flicker in the moonlight,
Legs of a thousand journeys now only wield footprints in the past,
Solitude sort in the face of the reaper sore friendships fall,
Whilst gravity of gratitude no longer holds sway,
All that is left is Sayers of sooth who sell the mercurial truth ripped from the rose lip.
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