"Wanton Ways"
Blue black malaise
When love rolls in
At end of days-
Wanton ways may win
The race lovers run
Scorched in white-hot sun.
So hold me tight as we trip
Beyond fantastic light's glare
As we stumble and slip
Through mid air
That knows no ledge
For us to share
Like a sharp, sharp edge.
Pleading, you beckoned me
Follow your lead to wanton ways
To the blue black sea
Of our destiny
Through end of days.
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