Wake up in the hazy disorientation;
lips swollen from frenzied drunken kisses,
fervor renewed in this stranger’s life of living-
pain trickles in as a stern reprimand.
Memories are half-developed snapshots;
more signs and feelings than true imagery.
Piecing together the debauched mosaic,
decadence woefully heralds in the day.
Inner conflict begins in remembrance of sin;
primal passions loosed in wild abandonment.
Time to stay torn as day smolders to night,
‘till the flames stoked again in futile respite.
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