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Vanilla
Unfit for the sunlit
Visions once bestowed
Guilt has me split
Where reason once flowed
Circles were brighter
Now a hollow parade
Knots draw tighter
As thoughts start to fade
Worthless endeavor
Half-formed at best
Tumbleweed untethered
Cursed with unrest
No spark to savor
Just the same charade
Endless vanilla flavor
As the colors all fade
No more to barter
Encompassed in grey
Rationale takes harbor
As wishes drift away
Copyright ©
Christopher Delegans
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