It’s a sign of the divine
That we would choose, by our design
To define the ruination of our meaning

By relying on the timing
Of a fleeting silver lining
Pray remind a mind unwinding who’s believing

Why retrying plies undying
Left revising lies entwining
Prying, crying, wine-and-dining, fool the ceiling

What the spry and wry won’t buy
The sighing, high, and tired sky
I vie a guy like thy who shies from shallow feeling

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It’s been a while. I’ll be glad to get to know you again.