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Recovering Idiot

 

The stain of day finally absorbed
into evening shade. Shall we
step outside to cool off.
The moon beckoning closer-
what does it mean?

Hear the siren's blare fade
but the cricket's song persist.
This city may be unknown
still the friend is recognised.
What can it mean?

When spring is a thing of the past
plant these seeds, please, in the mind.
Just as the bottle is emptied
do you find yourself growing drunk.
What does that mean?

◄ Lament For A Constant Companion

Groans Of The Temporary Guardian  ►

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