In a morning song of happiness.
Plashing with emerald splashes.
Faded scraps of the admiration.
And the split thoughts - are opening wide.
A tingle of a despair and the lost days.
Congealed life by dead window.
Fades and smoulders page after page.
It was what you aspired to...
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