Fall and Missive

I pled last year’n it came true
Family, fleeing phantom news
Famine’s flayed, ‘forming muse
Twenty four pens, ‘times a few
Candles’n gems I ne’er could lose

Gave you to winds, reds’n blues
Your feint calls’re waning cues
friends as fans flicker in Twos
Thanks for hearts, thanks for bruise
Both weaken, but we kin c’n use

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