Bitter bliss – an asphalt sunset glow
Five minutes free, feelings up for show
Autumn's needle pricked me – I'm fit to sink
What comes tomorrow? Tomorrow we'll drink
The scarf will choke on Tuesday – warm up, you fool
I'd be a pianist, but I never learned a rule
You stare so sullen, I don't pity you, so call it madness
No, I'm not sad. I am the sadness.
Five minutes free
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