Extremely so, but not Critical

A beauty refined
to toil and wind
A grace througout
to crash and pout
A tone morose
to perch and host
A day undone
to regret and stun

lady be gone without a thought
a day forgot and on goes on

Pretend

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Equal the days that I remember your face

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A fallow state masked by compulsory need

I am on a friction high, clinging in ideals

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Take the nature sighs, dragging days, happy

You whisper, I hear only shallow swallows

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Spinning tops, are soaked in vodka stops

A sickening drain, until desperation seeps

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Time to grow up.