Days trailing away as I sit in the
fog and blackest haze
Wearily approaching my beginning
The ending I just came from
hits my dawn nightly beauty undone
with steps imploding fury that
mounted pursed lips ungluing
lashing and whipping two tongues pursuing
Disagreements so filled with
hate our golden pot smacks of love
too late
As our eyes meet laden with sadness
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