Lucid Friend
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My lucid friend Drink up time Cold shouldered ends Retreat unturned You rend and burn Touch kept close With carless yearn The lofty view Becomes all used When left for dead Salted, refused It peels all old My vision untold But driven to dust Our precious new fold Leave a tip for this poet? RunWrite has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated. https://www.paypal.me/runwrite
The poem is full of forced, nonsensical rhymes, and therefore falls flat.
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