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Scarlet Haze

The finer things in life,

Have led me to this moment,

Where I’ve permitted myself to become,

A victim,

And indulge in that which is but a veil,

Over lacklustre pages in life,

For something, far beyond me and intangible, 

Has set a bar unreachable,

And in this pursuit, 

Have I tried to fly to such heights,

Till the ground is beneath me only in words,

As presently I now float, turbulent,

In a scarlet haze,


The finer things I thought I saw. 



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