Without Her
I cringe to think upon it;Laughable imperfections
Surging into seas
Of dark hypocrisy,
Of things to do to reason.
The reason to do things
To show for show,
Gone-
And the deep longing
For the convoluted volition of love
For she that drinks the seas
Sees, drinks, or seasons the surging shows
And perfectly laughs.
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