Driven By Wine
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“Wellaway
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Rise and pine.
No more dreams of honor.
Disenthrall:
No longer all the rage.
What betides the whipping boy but leather,
Shadow’s fall, undiscovered pain
That thou wilt feel to the blackest marrow?
Afoul with light.
Sir: disengaged!
wellaway!
The bell patrols forever
thro all the world and not a soul escape.
But a wraith of beauty you become
A trace of love I held and lost for aye.
Fallen crown.
Eternity lost with the loss of thee.”— Baby Grand
