My mind raced randomly,
From bills to red hills,
What I did, or didn't
So last night.
I just wanted to write,
Yet I couldn't focus.
My muse left long ago,
Yet I was riding
The effects of her
Memory. She wrapped
Me in red....
Now everything is red...
My bank account,
The sun slipping beneath
A darkening ocean,
My nose in spring....
The passion faded
Rendering me useless.
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