A pit was dug in to clean the muck.
The scraper stood lame denied of means and luck.
He forgot he had able limbs.
He forgot he could think!
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Sun sets.
Fireflies glow.
Stars shine.
Moon lays down.
Then the crimson dawn.
In a matter of hours, I'll be sightless by the redundant light.
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Love pours, she drenches.
The taste, the kiss quenches.
For another moment, he longs.
Awaits a melody of bittersweet songs.
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Here I dont feel like the stanzas have relevance to each other...maybe u cud elaborate..(or thrash) me later...rhymes are real good..
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