Poem with your name in it
Aftermath of bitter somber
Never thought of sleeping over
In this bed of gangly owner
Ears were warned I hear
Leap again in nest so near
Not considering consequences
Over time you'll lose your senses
Great adventure I would say
Under spells of empathy
Earnest talk and mild at play
In conducted entropy
Random thoughts that cross the brain
Ambitions grew and made me vain
Burning under silver suns
Until dark night overcomes
Dimming days that once were clear
Numbing hours, filled with mire
Yours, and never truly minding fire
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