the chill of a fading thrill is not worth pining, still
somehow the down coat is adorned
she was warned
but a fool makes excuses, and
drools exclusively on her own pillow
her will, though, is as strong as her might
she will?
she might.
either way, wrong or right
clarity spells apathy and missed sight
it's last call
and the millionth round of some fight
and the end of some night
so drink
one
more?
sure
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