Today's sun
can be called abnormal
lacking luster and aroma
Buffer time
absorbs the blow
with a complication
We won't wait
control
tried and true
That's what we're after
its purpose is anonymous
only the immediate comfort is visible
and the light at the end of the tunnel
ends up burning us
and dismay grows
when the pain of one becomes shared
by a multitude of moths
happily singed
by the ever burning flame
of a love in disarray
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