My feet are fleeting
while the faint flame flickers
so finicky
yet forceful
my frail and fated foe
you faint for fear of falling
only to face my hand
before the final courtship
this fatigue feels paltry
first infected with failed plans
finely felt between faltering states
mistakes for tomorrows famine
forgo the given fabric
this farce is far from forgiving
ambivalent with feculent weight
how unfamiliar the common denominator
this popular fallacy leaves fearful the fatherless
and forever we remain
empty and frustrated
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