A part of him want to flout tonight
all the rules that have
since long held him
as though by some myriads of dream.
For these uncalled- for longings,
these passions unraveled
like the trifling fountain
of dust bunnies trickling
out of him as embolus
nothing worth of retaining,
These times hypnotized by yearnings
- are far from content and repose
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