When ardor spills over all,
things for which we cared and
you skip, simper, and coquet
as spoils willingly get shared.
A tinge of chariness, albeit
incomplete seconds of bliss
with a vague shade of cynicism
that stays too hard to miss.
Shamanistic, it blinds, fetters an
unsuccessful attempt to involve
what in efficacy became effete,
resolve hemmed in, an insect.
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