Pernicious hogwash drip fed,
Day into night,
Dawn into Dawn,
And the reality is pushed,
Under the rug,
With the floor being,
Bottomless pool,
And she stays the damsel,
With the wax of her love,
Melting away,
Yet she sees only the burning wick,
And smiles,
With only a conversation,
Away from removing the lid of realisation.
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