Some how predict
My fatal flaw.
Fog City demise.
The long, slender arms
Of candle's flames,
The embrace of lover's eyes...
And bring me warning.
I'm unadorned
And drawn to the extravagant,
The lavish, the ornate.
A poet's heart
Romanticized,
A canvas to create...
And i am....blinding
The smog of poetry
Makes a lovely back drop
Out of the dead and dying
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