Gaudy my jewels: I slide my fingers in the notepads,

Husky the voice, smudged with irksome inks

Otiose my preventing dying wrath, immortalised with foils

Secants of cogitation, conjugating a parallel base

Taboo of dark spots filling the air space,

With'd my deeming; I lost my acquittal,

Rehabilitation of purging clops, I wander in the dusk,

Inks that dropped, but losing the weight of the norm

Tethering the clutter notes which take a sharpening dorm,

Evaporated my lost realm of sights in the late night,

Reabsorption is the only choice, when the new start of inking bangs off.

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