This manifestation grows,
And reassurance, I crave need.
Crass indolence,
Plays her puerile game,
My vile dreams,
Have just erased a name.
Your eyes will not meet,
My lashing lonely shore,
A moment in time,
Like orbiting fame,
A distracted exhibition,
My wishes lame.
Step out of it, it cannot be,
Alls not well that ends true,
Mortal seconds added to me,
We cannot ourselves sue.
As slime takes breathing form,
Within the fold unholy,
You say the blade will fall,
Unasked, duly, inevitably.
My nerves sparking,
Eyes burning,
A janusian lover,
Is no legitimate cover.
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