Waiting in a dreamless state of silence
Towering beneath a reckless facade
As days begin and days end in despair
Another morning seeks a sane enclave
I know not how the changes come
Seasons lie outright, so do these words
They can never tell what I am doing when I am practicing the daily chores
Ridicule surmounts with each passing moment
Near the end of a session of promiscuous glory!
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