Feedback has its woes
The lone wolf attacked
The miserable coloring the lines
Shadowing the grey
Self victimized and lost
Among the wilderness
They shrivel under the moon
The howls are limited to attention
Daytime grooves allude
The weekend moves
Weakened by glasses half full
Drinking away on house liquor
The light dims in its flicker
Flames hushed to subliminals
Ranting with presidential tantrums
Solely capable of bumping gums
She bumped misery from its substantial
Futile effectuate evidence
There was no coincidence
Getting faded
Whisking brume into their faces
The clarity lost its battle
Actions are verbs to pronouns
Announcing less moves
Victory increased the volume of its chant
Every chapter was sectioned to closure
The only continuance found comfort
Depleting dejection from its stature.
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