goodnight world and all your fancies.
i received your happiest gesture.
you made glimmering boasts and clanking toasts
to things you couldn't offer.
swept me away to a midnight ball.
sung an illustrious promise.
stuffed me full of cheery bull.
and now i long for solace.
sleep quiets your festivities
and breathing becomes less becoming
there's triumph in (forgetting me and) inepting you,
and its dreams will be realer than you ever did seem.
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