In kaleidoscopic visions I see the muse (drug fuked adulations)
Six of nine reflections
Settle
In time
Meanwhile I dance
Into the breeze
Holding a glass
Half filled with wine
Drown sorrows penciled on the wall
Crimson seeks a path
From severed veins to a finger tip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Exercise some semblance of desire
Allow me a drink
Chance has me here
Two brings seven again
And drink
Drunk upon a sunset
Scatter me a scene
Too many blackbirds
Fuck
Scarecrows in rhyme
Undefined and undeserving
Never needed a swim
Click
Click
Simply a truth
Marked into silken skin
Fog laden breath
Crisp in the air
Silver clouds laced in Jade
Fails to choose
This is sin
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