Something, a bit rhymey. Was reading a lot of Edgar Allan Poe last night. Anyway, here, have some of this.
Give me this rain and a beautiful grey sky
Bring me the winding road and hills
And bring me a still and silent gaze
Give me lust in it's bracing phase
A sharp wit and a cynics smile
While the rest walk by
In search of loves illusions
Give me a refusal to submit
And an amusement of fear
That apprehends the mind
With a tight unwavering grip
And leave me
To savor and write.
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