In paling gloom, dust filled skies,
when her lipstick beams like fireflies
heaviness glances across these times,
within words and hapless rhymes.
Truer lines havent been said since,
In which she hurts and I evince
for forth in affirming, attraction
harmless talks and then inaction.
Abandon all musings, sallow as your
shallow thoughts that ruminate;
for thoughts are solitary, dispirited,
and against her slow love, outwitted.
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