Studied softly through a foggy mountain dew
The mistimed kiss massacres the association
Thinking in a mumble, slight disasters erupting
Tittle falling from the law not really an option.
Skating on thoroughfares, more public the better
The right colour of blood whistles the part
Limited form grappling in the ancient programme
The prisoner of a singular mind won't budge.
Not yet obsolete, at least for lack of trying,
Irrelevant dissertations scour the plate
The regular break not good for I, the smoker
The blasé lottery that none can ascertain.
The silver tears counting on the holiest work
Witnessed night and day to no real good effect
This laissez-faire decisions suffocate on discovery
Reading on misdemeanours is almost a second wrong.
Stealing under a watch gifts from another hell
Pitching in for sweetness under the August sun
One nourishment less, the punishment stays
Right to innocence suited when necessary.
Dumped like an outgrown toy, clothed in the reckless
The cigarette burning in its own private hell,
The hard slap fixing what is no longer there
Holier voice amiss when dealing with the word.
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