It's certainly not a fond habit of mine,
But there comes an inevitable time
To redefine the value of every borderline.
Pick apart the pretty pieces
And unfold all their concealing creases;
Can the paling be restored with mere polish?
Our decorous veneer has run dry,
So I'll bid you one final frivolous goodbye.
Albeit I must sincerely confess:
They were never the best,
Ergo it hurt less.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
It's certainly not a fond habit of mine,
But there comes an inevitable time
To redefine the value of every borderline.
Pick apart the pretty pieces
And unfold all their concealing creases;
Can the paling be restored with mere polish?
Our decorous veneer has run dry,
So I'll bid you one final frivolous goodbye.
Albeit I must sincerely confess:
They were never the best,
Ergo it hurt less.
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