‘Tis the eve of another turning page
Another day has reared its head on the ephemeral stage The pain of vernal birth has found its fastness forward in the Tempests’s hearth Of lilac and lavender of elemental green The dog days, a fever haze Here today, existence fades as pleasure wanes The Solstitian turns the page Autumn comes with his suicidal rebel ways All things must come to an end Hello entropy, all things must come to and - Decay
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