Swayed I am by your sound taste

Amongst a sea of recluses

Against the hands of time we race

To stifle ignorance with nooses

Oh, how you stroke my rib cage

Laughter shaping countless voids

Revamping happiness for the age

Before they gambled ertswhile ploys

A heap of debris I'd be

Swept by carcinogenic draughts

Without you assured I'd seethe

A damn not given be it daft

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