Condescend me man!

Pack up the circus its time to go home,
I tried but I failed said the little grey gnome.
And all once were soldiers, by bargain and hue,
By the time I got back there was nothing I knew.

Full of remorse and tears of regret,
I forged my silence to bare and reflect.
Tore up bits of paper that remind me of you,
To old to desire my spirits are few.

And that I remember the good things we had,
Trying to figure how the apple went bad.
Soon to be distant a sweet memory,
Bait for the future, an seasons to be.
Pushed into the shadows by a friend I could trust.
Left here to rot from dawn until dusk.


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