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I won't woo the woeful into wonderment without wherewithal

A mere moment in a life to encompass the depth of the human condition and all the unspoken burdens we bargained for something exquisite, something unforgettable.

How can it be that one affluent mind has waded in the shallow waters of petty misgiving for 360 days now; nourished only by disreputable promises, derelict dreams and a bitter aftertaste. Such sadness looms over the distorted figure of what once was, a hoarse whimper to chase it's own decaying lucidity.

Hush young merriment, don't you cry, your daddy's gonna buy you an alibi Or a speech impediment, don't matter the cost, no thanks to the privilege that earned you your lot

Your face greets me in the sweet treachery Of seasons gone taut with lies. A crushing past pains the memory Where such love lingers, ferments, festers, To bring us back to where we tried.