Placid morns
Of graceful mourns
A peaceful dawn, greetings me.
Slightful breezes, pleasings me.
Black and whites of toujour's sigh,
Tempting me'st to lie
Nested woes from blessed dream,
Teasing foes for top and cream,
Writing writings for writing's sake
On these daybeds along the lake
I shiver to sac and clack
When warmth never'st back,
Passion, passion, not realization,
Just a few lines manifestation.
Tricked me, conquered me,
Blisses passed with kisses last
Wonderful joys from silly old toys
best fed for deadbed's boy.
Sniggering galleons of reckless stallions,
Withering souls, bleeding roses, wow, bloody battalion.
Tidy rooms and empty beds,
Mildy brooms sweeping reds,
Beautiful Bloostains
on dyer's planes.
Artist's brush, carried away.
My own blush, I'm carried away
Leave me now, I'm all good
Stab me now, It's not rude
Killed me anyway, no worries
Bye bye now, don't bother
I'll just die
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