Restless Nights

Do nights make me restless?

Am I a zombie in the mist?

Can escape ever be found?

What of the snake?

Where does it charm?

How does it sing?

Does it kiss?

My farewell

To thee, a stick

Some drum

Maybe butter

Lost and found,

Soon to be erased

Qualms

About perfection

Never right the first time

Could go on

But letting you go

Was never easy either

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