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Knees slipping on the mud
Eyes wide and full of the divine
Your essence engrosses me
Let us meet in the tavern
and exchange pleasantries
as the moon watches from above
Speak to me not of ill-gotten gains
of faux love forever lost
My friend, none remains
That suit frames your shoulders nicely
The tie is alright
But change those pants
And so, what remains?
A broken mechanism; discarded
Incongruous aspects of something else
The ink flows into a puddle; into a vortex
Siphoned down into some dark pit in my soul
Down my arm, out my fingers, through my pen