Blink of an internal smile
The whole afternoon spent
Sunset thoughts for a mile
Polite replies, my id’s descent
Worldliness, an outdated style?
What romance could I ever invent?
To challenge beauty, so futile
Duress'd writing, with no relent
Fogged judgment, the whole Nile
My nurtured verse, without consent
In her own world she remains content
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