The living-despaired strip their clothes to them naked-silent in the streets; vendors of goods rather-wasted. Procured of wisdom-pained in old world grace, never-fathomed.
Gentleman's blistered toes and wet feet, tiptoed-ruins in cities of splendor. Nights never-ending to hopeless sunrises, with drab glitz and calmed, seemingly-virtuous seas.
The day passes, and night falls hard. We summon the poison, to relive the night as fast as the day's blitz. No faults of promise, no leaves of spring, and no reality to calm the voracious day.
Tempted peace never-passed for hopeful-wanters grassed. Trampled the beast ever-pressed?
Sistern-whispers heather spotters, ever-fisted no fall wished.
Symboled swans, expired tears aged-fleeting trembled yawns.
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