Farewell: A study in the style of LYDMature

A fresh, clean slate

I will chisel

Your face

And write all of your traits

That I can't stand.

I don't care that you ran

Little pet

Because it's the first of whenever and I

Am going to Las Vegas

To gamble away my heart

And earn myself a

Reputation.

So come back woman,

It's New Years and I've turned a

New leaf...

Despite it being

One

From the

Same

Tree.

The End

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