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Woe is thee, dawn of trepidation

Prolific framer of nightmares,

Thy cacophonous melodies

Sure can burst skulls asunder

Thy breath-taking light crawls in(to),

And belligerently excite the heart,

Fast run the mouths into the foreign,

Futile is the oft attempt to halt them,

Perception isn't reality

With equanimity I devour thy confidence,

And emaciated at my pace thou shalt dance

Reticent and convalescent,

I behold thy heyday swiftly flee,

O! my old acquaintances,

Here shall we share bed again.