Sitting in reverie, idle thoughts lap gently like waves upon the shores of the mind,
Finely woven nuance displays the beauty of subtlety.
Eradicating all visible emblems of conscience,
For a simple stain would wreck its fairness.
As languor seeps tragically through every crevice,
Sordid emotions crumble like falling glass.
Lost is the unbridled and wild passion,
Renewed henceforth, is all but a facade.

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