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Subdued in the afternoon
What to do takes little surmising
A contest upon me soon
Worries grow, needs arising
Without exertion find the drive to exist
The list of the missing has risen too high to resist
Shapely contours seize my glance
Sprawling in directions wild
Too much riding on the chance
Intentions far from mild
Self regulation harder than it would seem
Hit by euphoria, drowning in peaches and cream
Teased by the urge of insidious nature
About all the details I don't want to say
I think they would only get in the way
Better oblivious, heading directly away
Through the long eroding rain
Upright and in stable condition
Count the seconds to remain
Until the intermission
In isolation easy to fall out of place
Certain imperilment wisely unable to face
Focus on plans of celestial potential
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