Night of Fire

Finite bond
Born blues
Foul night
Bond blues
Surfacing at the break of interlude

Tough to break
The cloth of love
Never ending the tale of heart break

Foul night
Bond blues

Thrift searching
Hands holding
Nakedness uncovered
Asking “do you see my beauty”

Beauty I saw
Staring at her
She, flowing with sweet sweet
Jazz

Foul night
Born blue

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