Bombay sapphire,
Sitting still in fire.
Transcend, live wire.
Deep secrets, sick desires.
A slice of lemon eclipsed in my glass,
No more, no less, neither fail nor pass.
Just staying put in the humdrum.
Sipping quick to stay numb.
I’ve become the phantom listening to his favorite album.
Once called “handsome” but now I’m succumb by each autumn and the darksome that comes.
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