I wrote this tonight when I was drunk... thus the confuzzling thought'y matter.

the soft touch of... lost
lose yourself in southern
wind that fuels
dead soul is dropping
i dropped the appearance of
seven swimming swans
were once my 
replication of a diseased
youth? no one is young
we're so... old but we 
smile for those who would
not have us... die without
knowing love that slips
away, so far but i see 
you... slice of universe
for beautiful lies you told
me in lust for life

sordid affair
silly scathing words
uttered under false
breath, words are...
flying, scraper is higher 
than my ambition...

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