“it was i”
spoke the ire
of our yesterdays
fleeing
on the fleeting fiery sun
all-consumed
by the ruins of the apogee
long into the sea
it surely sunk
we resigned
to thus conspire
by the bleakness
of a burden
only words ambivalent
could ever shun
forever mired
in a tireless aver
naught
lest bygone reveries
confer our sum
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