Scofs and Rituals
What stemmed from a mystic romantic tale
The Lack of love and endearment inspires me
Nothing other then this another classic speak
In the tone of a voice one wants to hear
soothing and sensual the perfection of study
Muddy road, the tracks of a wobbling wheel
brisk chilly evening winds glazing the tempered feel
Glistening skies it's Christmas Eve
Loneliness my warm blanket a sweetened confection for me to eat
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