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The unstitched unfinished elegiac

Day has become the time to sleep
Night is now for satisfying my senses,
Things have switched
Now I am unstitched,
Caught in a twilight haze
Neither here or there.
Not quite prose,
Not quite poetry,
Not quite myself really.
Oh to have a job,
To live with love
- To enjoy all the positions of love.
Oh, to have energy
Oh to have company I feel I can fit into.
And of course,
Oh, oh my, elgiac,
To have something damn useful to say.

Written by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
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