This day doth dream a better start
Poor man's bluff makes truer volley
Of a man's rough choices foley
Decisions made never least true
Paid for later with trembling few
Mightiest a few societally unbound
In the cult of perfection I so drowned
Having once heard I carry you in my heart
I never looked twice at my failed start
Dating apps fill a void so I am defined
Pleasure in tinder meetings oh refined
But a dark dream throws me askew
A nightmarish though of romance anew.
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