Erase away the page to the wind with yesterday.
An array of strange emotions contained aweigh the ocean spray,
A moray with shame who wastes a day in shade of omens splay.
Spit, splattered and shattered with latters's matter of fact to be remained.
For Time has not displayed his face or placed his grace to my fate incased, contained.
Constrain an abstained pain I use partly in my depredation.
Refrain from giving off paint pained and pinned to reputation.
Deep depths drenched in degradation and decadence
With steep steps of seperation segregating me from sedulous.I keep calling but life races away...
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