Confession
Got my fiction of reliability
sitting by the dawn
watching the clouds loft by
I am much better off
without you
i have only myself to blame
Let the fog elope me
from your memory
Love and permanence need no confession
they are the wayward sons of storms confided
Got my loneliness together
sitting by the cold impression of tomorrow
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