For the last time, I stand here
In awe of my exhausted life
Where stolen figures fly like cloud forms
Under the trestles of truth
Where the sea-sick sailors stand
Waving in the ocean of love
Mundane maudeline
Manful manners
Mooring on the moreish dish
Of dishonesty and ruth
Ruddy, runkles, rammifications
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