Brightly coloured lights of seduction
drawing the mind away from seclusion
entering the time of the never never
smiling with the deceit of clever
aligned and maligned with sounds
never heard from the fronds
The faces of disparate joined by drugs
I sit here sipping from my mugs
To my mug pouring out loneliness
With the condemnation of the soul
taken aback into the darkness of toil.
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