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Jun 2014
Ah, but you know naught
Of the traipse of indignity
Ever so staggered in advance
By the chafe of love and lust

Oh to wander amidst
These crowds of judging eyes
Known by the happenings of a night
After a sip (or two) of wine
Amaranthine
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