Smog spreads down evening trail,
deliberate, indeed by you.
Ye wishes laid bare n flesh,
visage no more, no longer pure.
Deep down that ageless tickle,
drives you to the loch.
Your trip that day supernal,
not a vision, it's the body eternal.
Snap! Alert with yellow light,
smoke screens, all yours for now.
Love ain't the way you vie,
selfish, the games and lies.
Castling - aye, schemes of heart,
driven by age but lass, my rage!
Never morality, it's a set-play,
just a man beyond your reach.
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