Sobering Thoughts

Maroon is a distant memory.
Because the ocean blue fills the vancinity. 
Irregulated thoughts submurged with henesee.
Alcoholic? I will never be.
Because the trepidation and false pretences leave me feeling a self deprivating enemy. 
Who's black? I'm black. Surrounded by a skin extramarital monogamy.
Wrong lines endured by false intellect. A waiting a conditional friendship. 
Appeased by a sudden silence.
Sat here with my old friend.
Trying to recollect a nostalgic present. To something that is tarnished. 
The crunch of the chilli is unforgiving.
The spontaneous combination of similarities are so contrast that it becomes a momentual clash.    
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