feast for no grief, ive shed none...
your coup de grace,
prooves to slay no heart...
a walk w/ you was my dream,
but as this falters to ash,
no cent is to be priced...
foolish enfatuations raised attains,
mockery of the truth,
a mere fake conives w/
the sense of whats true...
foolish eyes seek wisdom,
but wise ears listens...
the vigilant acts w/
to keep w/ life's pace
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